Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2019 17:55:41 +0000
From: J a skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: paolo

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Paolo
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I was sitting at the local small town bar in France watching the World Cup
match. I was somewhat down after a rough day and decided that a beer would
even out my stress a bit. A cute, young guy was sitting a little way down
the bar. No one was between us. I ordered the beer and turned to watch the
TV screen. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him searching in his
wallet for coins. He fished out some coins and bought a cigarette from the
bartender. I guessed that he had little spare money. As I watched the TV he
made a comment in French. I turned to him, he smiled and asked if I lived
in the town. I told him that I lived in a neighboring village that had no
bar. We exchanged a few more comments before turning our attention to the
TV.

   I finished my beer and noticed that his glass was also empty. I made a
motion to the bartender to order another. But the tap was empty so he had
to reload another keg. As I waited, I made small talk with the guy. I
commented on his tats. He explained each one. He asked if I lived in France
or was visiting. I told him that I was retired. My gaydar sensed that he
might be gay or bi. There was something about the way he looked at me. He
told me that he'd only lived here for a month after moving from the north
of the country. We carried on with light conversation for a while. He told
me his name was Paolo.

 Finally the bartender returned having installed another keg. He warned us to
move back when he opened the tap. The beer spite out foam. I laughed and
made a comment about reminding me of bad sex. Both laughed at the off color
comment. I order 2 beers, one for my new friend. We talked as we drank our
beers. I remarked that tats were popular in the US. I told him about a
Texas joke about tats. It seems that there was a guy in Texas who had a USA
tatoo on his cock. The young guy almost fell off the barstool laughing and
grabbing his crotch. When he finally stopped, I continued the story. When
the Texan was erect it said "United States of America". This time the young
guy couldn't stop laughing. I bought another round and noticed an erection
in his shorts. He commented that if true that tat must've hurt a lot. I
told him that everything in Texas is big. Now he moved his hand to cover an
obvious erect cock. I nodded to the patio and we took our drinks outside to
talk. The patio had only one other occupied table a distance from ours.

  We sat in silence sipping our drinks. Finally, he whispered "Are you
gay?". I nodded and smiled motioning to my own stiff member. He moved his
hand to reveal his own stiff tool. He put on a somewhat slick smile. We
talked of his family back in Portugal. They were strict, conservative
Catholics. When he realized that he was attracted to men, he had little
choice but to leave home. He got job at a resort in the nearby ski areas.
After the season ended he moved nearby. He asked about my past and I gave
him the short version. I asked where he worked now and found out he waited
tables at one of the town's restaurants and shared a small place with 3
other young guys. I commented that it must lack privacy with so many others
around. He agreed that it was a bad situation but that he hoped to go back
to the resort when the season started up again.

 By now it was getting late and I mentioned that i had to return to my home
to walk my dogs. I offered to fix dinner if he were interested in seeing my
place. He jumped at the offer and followed me. We took the dogs on a walk
through the vineyards and talked. I told him that he was very handsome,
even desirable. He blushed at my comment. We had a simple, pleasant meal.
He asked if I had any porn. I had a few DVDs in my bedroom. I told him that
there were a few upstrairs. He inisted on washing the dishes. While he did
that I opened a second bottle of wine to share. I pulled up some porn
videos on the big screen TV in my bedroom. Paolo, the young guy, came
upstairs holding the bottle of wine and 2 glasses. I'd just pulled up a
porn video to watch. We lay on my bed watching for a while not speaking. I
noticed him rubbing his crotch and told him to get comfortable if he
needed. Paolo quickly stripped and lay naked next to me. His rigid, uncut
cock grew to a respectable 7 inches with a slight curve as he returned to
the video. His pink tip pushed out from the foreskin. I could see small
drops of liquid on the pulsing tip. He reached over and began caressing my
crotch. I leaned back to give him room to explore my body. In no time he
had me naked.

  As the video played with the lurid moaning and stimulating sounds of sex,
Paolo ravished my body. He covered me with kisses and nipping little
bites. My cock rubbed against his. Our cocks were slippery with our
combined fluids. They were both erect, both wanting. Paolo told me not to
worry. I was safe with him. He didn't want to fuck but wanted to make
love. Over the next few hours Paolo brought both of us to the heights of
sexual sensations many times. It had been a long time since anyone had
touched me in such deep way. We changed many times. Sometimes I was inside
his prime ass. Other time he was buried in me. We slept with him cuddled in
my arms. We were both physically exhausted, sexually drained. During the
night Paolo's erection again penetrated me over and over. I did not object
to his company.

 In the morning I was awakened with his cock buried in my body, pumping
another load of his nector deep into me. He used thee "L" word each time he
dropped his load. We woke about 9AM, I pulled him into my oversized shower
where we cleaned each other. Paolo explained that he had to go back to
change for work and asked if he could come to visit me again. I, of course,
told him that he would always be welcomed. Over the next few nights my bed
was occupied with the strange young man from Portugal. I did not think much
about it. I was happy for the company. The following Sunday Paolo asked if
I would go to that same bar with him. I thought nothing of it.

 We arrived at the bar in the middle of the afternoon. There were a few
older men there watching the World Cup matches. We got a table outside and
Paolo insisted on getting us beers while I sat at the table. He returned
with 2 beers and a handsome blond guy about his age. They sat down and
Paolo introduced one of his room mates, Jean Paul. Now Jean was somewhat
fluent in English. We had a pleasant, but trivial conversation. There was a
long pause in the conversation before Jean spoke up "You know that Paolo
has fallen in love with you?" I was stunned even though I had developed
feelings for the boy myself. Knowing the great difference in our ages I put
off any thought that he might feel for me. Jean continued "Yes, Paolo and I
have had sex. But with you he feels that he has found someone he has been
searching for. I want to know if you are as good as he claims." Silence
descended over the table with Paolo looking both embarassed and hopeful
waiting for my reply. I mumbled that I hoped so. Paolo grabbed my hand
across the table. Jean grabbed his other hand tight. I felt an electricity
between the three of us. There was an unspoken agreement that this
conversation should continue in a more private atmosphere. We left the bar
and drove back to my place.

  Once home, we fed my dogs and opened a bottle of wine. Sitting on my sofa
Jean and Paolo were obviously close. I sat observing them. Both were very
handsome men. I couldn't help my own physical reaction to them. Paolo
reached out and pulled me to the sofa between them. First, I leaned in and
deeply kissed Paolo. I felt Jean move in close behind me. His arms reached
around to pull Paolo tightly against my chest. Paolo and I wasted no time
in undressing each other, ignoring Jean.  The two of us were soon on the
floor our twisting bodies tied together with our mutual passion. We stopped
for a moment to see Jean with his pants unzipped and his cock massaged with
his hand. It was large by anyone's standards about 9 fat inches with a nice
curve. I wondered how Paolo, or any man, could take such a large, fat tool
into their body. Watching Paolo and I turned poor Jean on. His limits were
soon reached as he ripped off his cloths exposing a body that was muscled
by hard labor.

 We stopped our love making to stare at the perfect, god like body in front
of us. We each held out our arms toward Jean inviting him to join us on the
floor. He didn't need a second invitation. We made three way love. Each of
us received the each of the other two horny men. After two hours we rested
to recharge our bodies and refill our balls. Paolo suggested that we go up
to my bedroom and share another bottle. When we got there he turned on the
TV and started a video that we had downloaded. I was in the middle between
the young guys. It was the perfect place to watch their rewakening cocks
come to life. Needless to say another round of sex was required before they
were both sated.

  Jean left around midnight in order to be able to go to work the next
morning. Paolo and I remained in bed, cuddled. I asked him if this meant
that we were lovers? He nodded "yes" and leaned in to kiss me. In no time
we were both ready for another round. We made.slow, passionate love. In the
morning I suggested that Paolo might want to bring some of his things to my
home. Even with my king sized bed there was plenty of room in the other
bedrooms for whatever he wanted to bring. So over a few more days Paolo
moved in. Jean visited us often, forming a nice threesome. The anticipation
of this excited both Paolo and I. The three of us completely satisfied all
of our sexual needs. We did not have to look for anyone else.

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