Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 18:41:34 -0600
From: xanderguy@mail.com
Subject: Speedos in France

Speedos in France - PT 1

This is a complete work of fiction. If you don't want to hear about guys
having sex with guys turn away now. If you do, please read on. If you like
what you see in this story or have any suggestions, improvements or
concerns PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE e-mail me at xanderguy@mail.com . I LOVE
HEARING ABOUT WHAT YOU LIKE OR DONT LIKE OR WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR MORE
ABOUT. This is here to please you, remember.

I really do like to travel but not so much with my parents. I have a
tendency to look at all the cute boys around when I travel abroad. And in
every place I have been there have been a ton of cute boys. I never did
anything with them though because I was always with my parents and they
gave me very little room. They don't know about me nor does my brother, or
so I don't think.

	My name is Jody. I always thought it was a girls name but
apparently there was a race car driver in the 1970's from South Africa
named Jody Scheckter so I guess it isn't JUST a girls name. I have black
curly hair and I like to keep it short. Just after my 15th and most recent
birthday I noticed that I had some hair going from cock to my stomach. I
think that is one of the sexiest things on guys. I am always tortured by
the sight of my cute classmates in P.E. class and I catch myself looking at
their bodies all the time. Look but don't touch. I am about 5'6", I'm not
hugely tall but I still have some way to go.  I have blue eyes and my mom
tells me I have some cute dimples, but whenever she mentions it she talks
in that voice for babies so that is annoying. I swim on my swim team (I
LOVE Speedos) and in the summer I am on a baseball league.

	So this summer, my parents rented a house in the South of France
near Nice. I had been to Paris before but I don't know how much I liked and
I would later learn that it would be the best trip ever.

	On the 17th of June, my parents, my brother and I set out of LAX on
a long journey to Paris then to Nice by plane. I always like to get on the
plane first and casually look at the cute boys as the come into the plane.
It gives me an excuse to look into their eyes. Sad isn't it? Ok, back to
the story. We arrived in Nice and it was beautiful. I was jetlagged but the
scenery was truly awesome. I couldn't wait to get on the beach. My older
brother and I had a room to ourselves. I didn't wait to unpack my stuff and
slapped on my little blue Speedo grabbed a towel and put on some soccer
shorts over the Speedo. My brother is lazy and decided to go to the bars
and meet some chicks (great to do at 2:00 in the afternoon). I walked to the
beach and it seemed to be a lot of Americans so I went looking for another
beach and I asked around in my broken French for one and I finally they
figured out what I was trying to say.

	I forgot the name of it but it was heaven. I walked in and there
were some beautiful boys and girls there - some old, some young. I layed my
towel down and took off my shorts. Getting a tan wasn't a huge priority so
I didn't lay down but I sat on my towel and looked at all the cute boys
that I saw. I wasn't sure what I would find but I was hoping that I would
find something. The afternoon sun gave an orange glow to every object. Then
I saw him walking down the beach.

	He was about 5'10" or so, short black hair, he looked very French
with cute lips and a round face. He had beautiful legs and he was wearing a
black Speedo with red striped down the side. I looked at him and then he
turned my way. There was some bizarre connection. I know that is cliche but
it is true. He walked up the beach towards me with the sun in the
background. I was squinting my eyes when he stopped in front of me. I
covered the sun with my arm and hand. I looked directly at his stomach with
a little trail of black hair running down and I slowly looked up. There was
a little more hair up on his chest. I looked to his face and I bravely said
"Bonjour, je m'appelle Jody" He smiled and sat down on the ground and
looked at me.his little Speedo tent was so fucking hot when he bent down.
He said some huge French sentence that I could never dream to understand
the meaning of. There was an awkward silence and I didn't say anything. I
must have looked confused. He said in his slow sexy French accent, "Hello,
are you American?" .  I smiled and said "Oui." He had beautiful teeth. "Ah,
I didn't think you were an American. You look very French and not many
American boys wear Speedos" I smiled and said that I really like them and I
was feeling very courageous and said "I like your Speedo very much.. It
looks very good on you". I wasn't too sure how he would react but he smiled
huge and said "Merci, my name is Antoine. I live in Leon but I am here on
holiday". We talked some more and the sun set in the distance, he was very
articulate and he had very cute mannerisms and our eyes met a few times.

Antoine said to me, "Jody, the day is late. Would you like to return to my
apartment. I am renting for the holiday." I grabbed my shorts and started
to put them on. He grabbed them and said, "No, No, it is better without."
We walked down the street that was not too far from my hotel. He told me
that he was 20 which he looked no older than 16 but that was because of his
young face and smooth body and I did tell him that he looked hot. He told
me "wait until I take off all the clothes." I couldn't believe what was
happening. It was erotic and unnerving that I was about to get someone
older than me and as beautiful as he was.  He was stunned that I was only
15 and he liked that I was on the swimming team and he said the work in the
pool showed off in my body. We finally got to his place. It was small and
but quaint. He came over to me and stood right in front of me, looked into
my eyes and leaned into kiss me. He gave me a hard but erotic kiss -
bitting my lip when he pulled away. As he was kissing me he was rubbing my
cock through my speedo and I was getting hard as a rock and it was easy for
him to tell that i really enjoyed what was happening. He kept rubbing and
kissing for about 5 minutes and I had my hands on his hips, then I moved my
thumbs under the sides of his speedo and gently brought it down to about
mid thigh. I pulled away from his lips and looked down. "Oo la la," I
said. I know it was cliche but it was my only response to his beautiful
olive colored uncut cock that wasnt huge but that really didnt bother me. I
just had to touch it and touch it I did. I first touched the head and
fooled around with the skin. It was really cool to play with and he liked
it because he closed his eyes and made these cute little noises. Then he
pulled his cock away from my hand when he swiftly got down on his knees and
looked into my eyes. He started sucking on my speedo and toying with my
very pent up cock. It was driving me crazy and he knew it. My knees were
feeling very soft and I thought I was going to fall down from the pleasure
that I was feeling. For once in my life, everything felt right. Everything
in its right Place as my favorite song puts it.

He then pulled down my speedo while looking into my eyes. When he saw my
little cock, he said in his broken english "You ave a beautiful cock for a
boy your age." I smiled and rolled my eyes and right as I wasnt looking at
him I suddenly felt his lips on my cock and it wasn't just the head he was
taking. It was the whole damn thing and he was really going to town. He
started slow but long strokes and massaging my balls and running his hands
up my smooth stomach. I couldn't believe this was happening and it felt
like he was down there forever and he went faster and faster. I told him
that I was going to cum but he didnt stop. He then poked his skinny fingers
into my ass and the intensity sent shivers down my spine and I came right
then and he just held his mouth on my cock letting all of the cum go into
him. My mouth was open and I could hardly speak. I fell down on the bed
spent and he stood there smiling. He then layed on the bed and we cuddled
for what felt like forever. I looked into his eyes and we spoke without
even speaking. I noticed the time and it was already 6pm and I told him
that I had to go see my parents for dinner. I quickly put on my speedo,
grabbed my bad and he wrote his phone number on a piece of paper for me.
"Come back sometime, mes amis from Paris are coming to see me in the next
few days. I think they would much enjoy meeting you, as I have". I smiled
like a little kid at Christmas. I said, "But of course, Monseiur" and he
smiled, gave me a hug and as I was walking out the door he gave me a little
pat on the ass of my speedo. I walked out the door, knowing I will see him
again.