Leslie In Paris
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I’ve had a crush on Max pretty much ever since I first met him. I didn’t know much about the guy, though. Not even if he was into boys. We first met at a birthday party of my “long time, no see” friend that I was seeing basically only during those annual house parties back in my hometown.
I always wanted to make a good impression of myself, so apart from a present for the host I’ve brought two big bottles of cherry vodka. After a few shots to catch-up I was in my party mood, so as the others.
Sitting at the kitchen table there was him, 20-year old (a bit younger than me), handsome blond boy with cute round glasses, dressed smart casual, all in black. As this was the first time he joined the party, I unintentionally asked around for a few details about him. I didn’t learn much, except for his name, as he was apparently not with the party, but friends with a girl living in the same flat.
Most of the evening Max was surrounded by a bunch of girls, so we didn’t have the opportunity to talk. However, closer to the end of the party we finally introduced ourselves and even exchanged a few words. He asked me to invite him on Facebook, so I did. That was a bit unexpected so I found it promising at first, but eventually Max did not reach out to me later.
Weeks and months passed. I admit I was a bit of a silent stalker during that time, overreacting on some events Max invited me to (yes, most likely he invited everyone from his friends list), or browsing through his activity. I am not sure what I was hoping for, but I was too shy to take a first step and ask him out.
Sometime next year I learned that Max moved to study art in France. I am quite a traveler so every month or two I spend one weekend in another other European city. Most of the time these trips are alone as my friends can’t keep up financially with my tempo, and well, I don’t have that much friends either.
Then, next Spring there was my time to visit Paris. It was more of a spontaneous trip, as I found a nice deal for the flight tickets only a week before. Due to some other assignments at work I didn’t have the time to come up with a plan to see anything there.
I left the office a little earlier on Friday and rushed to the airport. Everything went smoothly and just before 10 pm I arrived at the hotel. I checked in, made myself comfortable and went downstairs to chill in the hotel bar and make my usual routine through the social media.
I don’t do this very often, but eventually posted to my story the third drink I was having with a large dummy Eiffel Tower in the back. Well, I couldn’t be more surprised to see that just 10 minutes later Max responded! My heart started pounding like crazy so I had to order something stronger.
We were chatting for like an hour when he mentioned that he was lacking some inspiration for his new art project and was planning to visit some museums the next day. He said that unless I have any plans, we could do this together. My gut feeling was that Max was a little lonely in a foreign country, but even if I would have plans, I would abandon them right away.
We met at entrance to The Centre Pompidou at 11 am. I know we only seen each other once before, but I was really disappointed that he didn’t recognize me at first sight (the fact that my profile pic doesn’t show my face surely didn’t help here).
We proceeded through the halls of the museum where Max explained a few paintings he had seen before. He seemed really passionate about it. As we talked, we found out that in fact, we have quite a lot in common. Both huge jazz and blues fans, allergic to cats, red wine lovers, and both avoiding public urinals, just to name a few. It was like we’ve known each other for ages.
After a few hours of walking we were both exhausted. Max offered to go to his place, as he had almost a full bottle of Bordeaux from the day before. He could even say tap water, I would follow him anywhere now. During our walk he casually mentioned that on our way he needs to return a spare key to his ex-boyfriend’s apartment that he found a day earlier. “It must have been laying there for months now. I will just throw it in the letterbox if you’re ok.” – he said.
Wait, what!? Did he just say to me he is gay like he was saying what he had for breakfast!? Honestly, I was quite shocked, as I didn’t come out myself or actually haven’t been with a guy before. I was so impressed thinking how natural this was for him and thought that this is actually a kind of life I would like to live now. I didn’t let him see my consternation, though.
When we finally reached his place, I noticed his room was freshly cleaned, except for the full ashtray. I hate when someone’s smoking, but I was going to made an excuse this time.
Max had a decent collection of LPs so I helped myself and went through it. I picked up Kind of Blue. “Interesting choice, I haven’t heard this one in some time. Go, put it on.” – he said.
A few glasses of red wine later I couldn’t hide that I was into Max anymore. I flipped the disk one more time, poured myself a bit of Bordeaux and sat closer to him. “Max, I’ve really had a great time with you today.” – I said hesitantly. “I am so glad you said that.” – he responded, and after a few seconds of silence added “But it doesn’t need to end there.”. He then embraced me so hard I almost spilled my wine on his fresh bedsheet.
I put the glass on the floor and looked deeply at him. His blue eyes seemed to scream “What are you waiting for!?”, but Max didn’t make a move. I put my hand on his neck and touched his soft cheek with my thumb. I then started playing with his hair when I noticed him smiling. He then said it out loud – “What are you waiting for!?”. I didn’t respond anything, but I was naturally hesitating as this was going to be my first time to kiss a boy. I knew he wanted me to make this first step myself, but I wasn’t sure this was the best way to encourage someone.
Yet, I decided to go forward. I moved even closer to Max and with my eyes closed our juicy lips met. I could feel the taste of red g****s mixed with a delicate smell of cigarettes. We quickly went out of control as just a moment later we were laying in his bed, passionately French kissing.
I put my hand under Max’s shirt and started moving it along his athletic chest. I could feel its structure. Then I proceeded down. I undid the first button of his black jeans, then another, and another. As I rubbed my hand against his boxer shorts I felt his growing excitement.
He didn’t leave me waiting for long as he took my shirt off and put his thirsty hand under my pants. I felt it wrapping around my cock. It was a little tight down there so Max proceeded to undo my belt and unzip my chinos. I was a bit hesitant to let him go there as I was quite bushy. Well, I didn’t expect this day to end up like this.
Max noticed my body language and asked “Is everything alright?”. After a moment to think through I responded “Well, I’m sorry, it’s a bit embarrassing, but… it’s a total jungle out there.”. Actually, he didn’t seem to be surprised. “Is that all? Don’t worry about that.”.
Showing off some confidence now, he put aside my hands and took over the initiative. He delicately slid my pants down, which went along with my briefs, uncovering bushy 18cm hard-on, bouncing like a spring.
Max was clearly admiring it for a second and then with his left hand he started stroking my dick rhythmically up and down. His head moved towards it and he licked the shaft from the bottom all the way to the top. I then noticed him spitting a pubic hair which made me feel uncomfortable again. He looked at me and reassured “I absolutely love your cock. I want to taste it all.”.
Max uncovered the rest of the foreskin and started gently sucking the tip, tasting all the precum I produced for him. He then deepthroated my whole dick. Man, was this even possible?! I was truly impressed by his skills and felt turned on even more.
After a few minutes I was already close to finish so I stopped him and asked – “Can I now return the favor?”. Truth is that I always wanted to try it. And I longed for his body for far too long. Max laughed and said ironically “You can try.”. Thanks again for encouraging me, you dork.
At that time, we were both completely naked, except for his striped socks, for which I had a fetish for. His penis was smaller, but his balls seemed much bigger than mine. Everything looked just perfect down there. Clean, tidy, shaved and smelling strawberry. Was this the shower gel he was using?
I tried to replicate the moves he tried on me as I thought that’s how he would enjoy it. I also added some secret moves I learned by being sucked by girls in the past. His dick was so hard and smooth, while his precum tasted like salty caramel, and I fucking love salty caramel. I didn’t want to stop until I would get to taste it all.
All of the sudden, he flipped me over, sat on me and said with determination – “It’s my turn now”. I am sure I wasn’t the best cocksucker, but I definitely made Max moaning a bit. As he was now sitting on me, my cock touched his ass like it was going to enter it any second. None of us was ready to do more now, but I guess this was his way of teasing me.
He rubbed my cock like this for a few more times as we kissed, and then got back to business again. He gently licked the tip of my dick, as he moved his left hand around my thigh. Then Max wrapped both hands around my penis and started sucking it, gradually increasing the suction level up to a full-sized home vacuum cleaner. From time to time he played with my balls and also delicately touched upon my hole.
I didn’t want to end it there, so I tried to bring back his head closer to mine. Max, though, took my hands away again, smiled and said “I want to feel you in my mouth when you’re cumming, and it’s going to be very soon!”. That felt like a relief for me.
I let go of the brakes. I relaxed as my excitement level quickly rose while Max was sucking faster and faster. I reached a point of no return! My cock started pulsating and I spilled a rightful amount of cum into his mouth and all around his face. I remained paralyzed for the next minute. This was the most intense orgasm I have had in years.
Max kissed me, so I could now taste my own cum. After I managed to move again I knew I couldn’t leave him like that. “I want to make you happy tonight too.” – I said. His dick was still rock-solid.
He turned on his knees on top of me and started masturbating. We kept kissing intensely as I moved my hand on his penis to help him to get the long-awaited release. I tangled my legs around his, which also seemed to turn him on.
A few more moves up and down and Max started moaning again. Soon after, without any warning he spilled his hot cum all over my chest and belly. We maintained eye contact as I took a bit of it on my finger and tasted. It was even more intense than the precum. I loved it.
Max then laid down on me and rubbed his body against mine so we were both covered in his cum. Afterwards, clearly exhausted, he fell on the bed next to me and we remained like this in embrace until the next morning. I hope this gave him some inspiration.
I was in Paris also for the next day…
I always wanted to make a good impression of myself, so apart from a present for the host I’ve brought two big bottles of cherry vodka. After a few shots to catch-up I was in my party mood, so as the others.
Sitting at the kitchen table there was him, 20-year old (a bit younger than me), handsome blond boy with cute round glasses, dressed smart casual, all in black. As this was the first time he joined the party, I unintentionally asked around for a few details about him. I didn’t learn much, except for his name, as he was apparently not with the party, but friends with a girl living in the same flat.
Most of the evening Max was surrounded by a bunch of girls, so we didn’t have the opportunity to talk. However, closer to the end of the party we finally introduced ourselves and even exchanged a few words. He asked me to invite him on Facebook, so I did. That was a bit unexpected so I found it promising at first, but eventually Max did not reach out to me later.
Weeks and months passed. I admit I was a bit of a silent stalker during that time, overreacting on some events Max invited me to (yes, most likely he invited everyone from his friends list), or browsing through his activity. I am not sure what I was hoping for, but I was too shy to take a first step and ask him out.
Sometime next year I learned that Max moved to study art in France. I am quite a traveler so every month or two I spend one weekend in another other European city. Most of the time these trips are alone as my friends can’t keep up financially with my tempo, and well, I don’t have that much friends either.
Then, next Spring there was my time to visit Paris. It was more of a spontaneous trip, as I found a nice deal for the flight tickets only a week before. Due to some other assignments at work I didn’t have the time to come up with a plan to see anything there.
I left the office a little earlier on Friday and rushed to the airport. Everything went smoothly and just before 10 pm I arrived at the hotel. I checked in, made myself comfortable and went downstairs to chill in the hotel bar and make my usual routine through the social media.
I don’t do this very often, but eventually posted to my story the third drink I was having with a large dummy Eiffel Tower in the back. Well, I couldn’t be more surprised to see that just 10 minutes later Max responded! My heart started pounding like crazy so I had to order something stronger.
We were chatting for like an hour when he mentioned that he was lacking some inspiration for his new art project and was planning to visit some museums the next day. He said that unless I have any plans, we could do this together. My gut feeling was that Max was a little lonely in a foreign country, but even if I would have plans, I would abandon them right away.
We met at entrance to The Centre Pompidou at 11 am. I know we only seen each other once before, but I was really disappointed that he didn’t recognize me at first sight (the fact that my profile pic doesn’t show my face surely didn’t help here).
We proceeded through the halls of the museum where Max explained a few paintings he had seen before. He seemed really passionate about it. As we talked, we found out that in fact, we have quite a lot in common. Both huge jazz and blues fans, allergic to cats, red wine lovers, and both avoiding public urinals, just to name a few. It was like we’ve known each other for ages.
After a few hours of walking we were both exhausted. Max offered to go to his place, as he had almost a full bottle of Bordeaux from the day before. He could even say tap water, I would follow him anywhere now. During our walk he casually mentioned that on our way he needs to return a spare key to his ex-boyfriend’s apartment that he found a day earlier. “It must have been laying there for months now. I will just throw it in the letterbox if you’re ok.” – he said.
Wait, what!? Did he just say to me he is gay like he was saying what he had for breakfast!? Honestly, I was quite shocked, as I didn’t come out myself or actually haven’t been with a guy before. I was so impressed thinking how natural this was for him and thought that this is actually a kind of life I would like to live now. I didn’t let him see my consternation, though.
When we finally reached his place, I noticed his room was freshly cleaned, except for the full ashtray. I hate when someone’s smoking, but I was going to made an excuse this time.
Max had a decent collection of LPs so I helped myself and went through it. I picked up Kind of Blue. “Interesting choice, I haven’t heard this one in some time. Go, put it on.” – he said.
A few glasses of red wine later I couldn’t hide that I was into Max anymore. I flipped the disk one more time, poured myself a bit of Bordeaux and sat closer to him. “Max, I’ve really had a great time with you today.” – I said hesitantly. “I am so glad you said that.” – he responded, and after a few seconds of silence added “But it doesn’t need to end there.”. He then embraced me so hard I almost spilled my wine on his fresh bedsheet.
I put the glass on the floor and looked deeply at him. His blue eyes seemed to scream “What are you waiting for!?”, but Max didn’t make a move. I put my hand on his neck and touched his soft cheek with my thumb. I then started playing with his hair when I noticed him smiling. He then said it out loud – “What are you waiting for!?”. I didn’t respond anything, but I was naturally hesitating as this was going to be my first time to kiss a boy. I knew he wanted me to make this first step myself, but I wasn’t sure this was the best way to encourage someone.
Yet, I decided to go forward. I moved even closer to Max and with my eyes closed our juicy lips met. I could feel the taste of red g****s mixed with a delicate smell of cigarettes. We quickly went out of control as just a moment later we were laying in his bed, passionately French kissing.
I put my hand under Max’s shirt and started moving it along his athletic chest. I could feel its structure. Then I proceeded down. I undid the first button of his black jeans, then another, and another. As I rubbed my hand against his boxer shorts I felt his growing excitement.
He didn’t leave me waiting for long as he took my shirt off and put his thirsty hand under my pants. I felt it wrapping around my cock. It was a little tight down there so Max proceeded to undo my belt and unzip my chinos. I was a bit hesitant to let him go there as I was quite bushy. Well, I didn’t expect this day to end up like this.
Max noticed my body language and asked “Is everything alright?”. After a moment to think through I responded “Well, I’m sorry, it’s a bit embarrassing, but… it’s a total jungle out there.”. Actually, he didn’t seem to be surprised. “Is that all? Don’t worry about that.”.
Showing off some confidence now, he put aside my hands and took over the initiative. He delicately slid my pants down, which went along with my briefs, uncovering bushy 18cm hard-on, bouncing like a spring.
Max was clearly admiring it for a second and then with his left hand he started stroking my dick rhythmically up and down. His head moved towards it and he licked the shaft from the bottom all the way to the top. I then noticed him spitting a pubic hair which made me feel uncomfortable again. He looked at me and reassured “I absolutely love your cock. I want to taste it all.”.
Max uncovered the rest of the foreskin and started gently sucking the tip, tasting all the precum I produced for him. He then deepthroated my whole dick. Man, was this even possible?! I was truly impressed by his skills and felt turned on even more.
After a few minutes I was already close to finish so I stopped him and asked – “Can I now return the favor?”. Truth is that I always wanted to try it. And I longed for his body for far too long. Max laughed and said ironically “You can try.”. Thanks again for encouraging me, you dork.
At that time, we were both completely naked, except for his striped socks, for which I had a fetish for. His penis was smaller, but his balls seemed much bigger than mine. Everything looked just perfect down there. Clean, tidy, shaved and smelling strawberry. Was this the shower gel he was using?
I tried to replicate the moves he tried on me as I thought that’s how he would enjoy it. I also added some secret moves I learned by being sucked by girls in the past. His dick was so hard and smooth, while his precum tasted like salty caramel, and I fucking love salty caramel. I didn’t want to stop until I would get to taste it all.
All of the sudden, he flipped me over, sat on me and said with determination – “It’s my turn now”. I am sure I wasn’t the best cocksucker, but I definitely made Max moaning a bit. As he was now sitting on me, my cock touched his ass like it was going to enter it any second. None of us was ready to do more now, but I guess this was his way of teasing me.
He rubbed my cock like this for a few more times as we kissed, and then got back to business again. He gently licked the tip of my dick, as he moved his left hand around my thigh. Then Max wrapped both hands around my penis and started sucking it, gradually increasing the suction level up to a full-sized home vacuum cleaner. From time to time he played with my balls and also delicately touched upon my hole.
I didn’t want to end it there, so I tried to bring back his head closer to mine. Max, though, took my hands away again, smiled and said “I want to feel you in my mouth when you’re cumming, and it’s going to be very soon!”. That felt like a relief for me.
I let go of the brakes. I relaxed as my excitement level quickly rose while Max was sucking faster and faster. I reached a point of no return! My cock started pulsating and I spilled a rightful amount of cum into his mouth and all around his face. I remained paralyzed for the next minute. This was the most intense orgasm I have had in years.
Max kissed me, so I could now taste my own cum. After I managed to move again I knew I couldn’t leave him like that. “I want to make you happy tonight too.” – I said. His dick was still rock-solid.
He turned on his knees on top of me and started masturbating. We kept kissing intensely as I moved my hand on his penis to help him to get the long-awaited release. I tangled my legs around his, which also seemed to turn him on.
A few more moves up and down and Max started moaning again. Soon after, without any warning he spilled his hot cum all over my chest and belly. We maintained eye contact as I took a bit of it on my finger and tasted. It was even more intense than the precum. I loved it.
Max then laid down on me and rubbed his body against mine so we were both covered in his cum. Afterwards, clearly exhausted, he fell on the bed next to me and we remained like this in embrace until the next morning. I hope this gave him some inspiration.
I was in Paris also for the next day…
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