Date: Fri, 3 Jul 2009 13:00:09 -0700 (PDT) From: John Black Subject: The Parisian I had heard of the notorious train station in Paris from more than one source. I had to believe there was some truth to the tales, but I was still somewhat skeptical and moderately curious. Walking into the men's room, I was openly appraised by several men. A stall door was open, so I went in and closed it behind me. The door wasn't the typical one you see in public restrooms in the States, but one that went from the floor to the ceiling. Hinged so that I could push it open slightly allowing me a clear view of men pissing at the urinal, I checked out the first two men closest to me. Not interested, I quickly decided. One made a gesture toward me, but I shut the door in his face. Swinging the door open again a couple of inches, new meat had arrived. Once more, I wasn't finding what I wanted. Several more minutes went by with no action. As boredom was about to take over, I spotted him. He was about six feet tall, had to weigh at least 200 pounds, beautifully muscled, hairy legs that showed from the bottom of his walking shorts, a round, high, muscled ass, broad shoulders, and strong arms. From his general build, he could have been a footballer (soccer player for us Yanks). He wasn't quite big enough to play professional rugby, but he could have at one point in his young life. I estimated his age as about 30. I'm 6'4", weigh 228, muscled, but not overly so, and have a mixed heritage of black, Native American, white trash, and God knows what else. I have black hair cut very short, a goatee, black eyes, an Aquiline nose from my white ancestry, and I've been gay since I knew what the word meant. Right now, I'm between relationships. I tapped my foot on the floor to get his attention. It wasn't necessary. He'd already checked me out by looking in the mirror in front of him. He turned so I could see his dick in his hand. It was a very nice, thick one. He was stroking it gently. I leaned back and showed off my hard 10" dick. His mouth dropped open, but he recovered with a broad smile and a nod. I motioned him into the stall. "Bonjour," he smiled as I locked the door behind him. "Bonjour," I replied. "American?" he asked. I nodded. "You have a beautiful dick," he added. "So do you," I smiled at the rapidly expanding penis in his hand. My mouth quickly covered the head of it and sucked greedily. He released it and fed me more inches with a slow thrust of his hips. It was a nicely thick 8" of Gallic sausage. When he was standing at the urinal, he seemed to be uncut, but now that he was hard, the head was completely exposed and the foreskin naturally pulled back. I worked his belt until his pants fell to the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear. I inhaled his masculine scent and deep throated his dick. Grabbing his ass with both hands, I pistoned his dick in and out of my mouth. His hard ass felt like granite encased in soft skin. Nearly a minute went by as I continue my oral ministrations. I could taste his sweet precum in increasing quantities. Suddenly, he pushed me away. "I nearly shot!" he whispered huskily. I smiled up at him and turned him around. I pushed down on his back and forced his ass into my face. His ass smelled like soap and slightly of asshole. I leaned farther back and he pushed his ass hard into my face. I can take a hint! My tongue darted out and I tasted French manhole. It was heavenly. His hard butt cheeks relaxed enough that I could get my face between his twin globes of muscle and tongued directly at my target. He tasted so good! I reached between his legs and started to stroke his dripping dick, but he shoved my hand away. I guessed he was still too close to a climax. He pulled away and turned around. "My turn," he smiled, pulling me off the toilet and taking my place. My hard, black dick greedily spread his lips and hit the back of his throat. The spongy head drooled clear, sweet precum. He lapped it up and began stroking me with his hand and mouth. He was very good. This man was no beginner. After a couple of minutes, he turned me around and ate my ass out. I loved that. I could sit on this man's face for hours, if he wanted me to. His tongue worked magic on my hole. With a dick the size of mine, I'm nearly always the top. But when someone with this kind of ass-eating talent works my butt, I can bottom as well as any power bottom you've ever met. Once more, he turned me around and went back to sucking on my obsidian pole. "You must fuck me," he declared, pulling on my dick with both hands. "My apartment is only a few blocks from here," he added hungrily. Not one to turn down a proposition from this kind of man, I readily accepted. Pulling up our pants, we exited the stall. Several men eyed us with envy. Already I knew I was getting the better deal. I've always had a thing for muscled, tallish men with very hot, hard butts. I'd already tasted this one, so I knew it was going to be incredibly good. A "few blocks" turned into a 10 minute walk, but walking beside this handsome man with the big muscle butt had me hard as steel the entire time. It was obvious to anyone who looked that I was well endowed. I tried to hide it, but my new friend pushed my hand away and slipped his hand into my front pocket. My pants were loose enough on me that he could massage my hard dick and feel the wetness of my precum through the material. Twice I had to make him stop before I shot a load. I wasn't without "sin" either. My hand was down the back of his pants, my long fingers reaching deep into his ass trench and occasionally touching his puckered hole. I sniffed my fingers, and then licked them. The next time, I had him lick my fingers. He liked that as much as I did. My fingers tasted good and smelled even better. I wanted to fuck this man right here on the street! Arriving at his building in le Marais district, we raced up three flights of steps before arriving at his door. It was a small apartment by our standards, but spacious by Parisian ones. There was a living room with big windows, providing a spectacular view of Paris and the Eiffel Tower, a small bathroom, an efficiency kitchen and laundry, and behind a screen hid his bed. He tore at my clothes the moment he shut the door behind me. Immediately we were in a 69 position sucking dick. Moments later, he was pushing me away from his dick. "I'm too close," he warned. I moved farther "south" and licked at his heavy nuts. He thoroughly enjoyed that. My nose was in his ass, so I sniffed loudly and moaned. "You like my ass, don't you?" he laughed. I nodded and sniffed again. "You must fuck me," he insisted. "I need to get the playground ready first," I countered. He looked at me questioningly, not understanding my reference. But, with my face between his butt cheeks and my tongue working his hole relentlessly, he quickly figured it out. His lips and tongue had been doing their best to get my thick dick ready for his ass. Despite his willingness, I knew I was probably too big and his experience not recent enough to attempt our coupling without real lube. I mentioned it to him. He reached into the drawer of his nightstand and extracted a small pump bottle of lube. "Do you have a favorite position to start?" I asked. "I love doggie style," he blushed. "So do I!" I grinned. Quickly assuming the correct position on the bed, I got behind him and continued to eat his ass out before I applied lube to his ass and my dick. Slowly, I pressed my weapon- of-ass-destruction against his pucker and pushed. His back door spread open slowly. My spongy head slipped inside and quickly expanded again when the flared crown passed the tight sphincter ring. At that point, it acted like the barb on a spear. It wouldn't pull out easily, and I didn't want it to. "You're so fuckin' BIG!" he moaned. His ass clasped and tried to crush my invader, but I was far too hard for his ass muscles to do much against me. "I've dreamed about this for three years now," he sighed. "Oh?" "Sorry," he said. "I should tell you that a teammate of mine has always been a sexual fantasy of mine. You remind me so much of him. You're very handsome, tall, dark, and muscular; you have a very nice ass and a very big dick." "How do you know he has a big dick?" I wondered. "It hangs very big and I've seen it semi-hard," he revealed. "Hopelessly straight?" "I think so. He's given no reason to think otherwise," he sighed. "But, you are here and I need you to fuck me!" Another three inches of shaft had pushed into him as we'd conversed. "I think that's what we're doing," I whispered into his ear as I kissed the back of his neck. More dick disappeared. "You have a really sweet ass," I moaned. "Very fuckable." As the last inch ground into him, he winced. "Did that hurt you?" I asked pulling back. "I need a little more practice and time, I think," he smiled over his shoulder. "You do have a giant dick," he allowed. "Are you able to fuck many men all the way like this?" "Most of them can take it," I said. "Some take longer to get it all. Some never do." "I want to watch you when you cum inside me," he sighed after a few more minutes of slow fucking. "I want to watch your big dick open me up and go all the way in, too." Leaving the head inside him, we managed to flip him around to his back and resume our rutting. I leaned in several times and kissed him. Each time I tried to stroke his dick, he slapped my hand away. He was very close to a climax; and the way my big dick was savaging his prostate that could happen at any moment. I could feel the special tingling that I get in my nuts shortly before I hit the point of no return. My dickhead began to swell obscenely. He could feel it stretch his love tunnel more than before. I squeezed my eyes shut, to avoid the impending climax. My new friend grabbed my big, black ass with both hands and pulled me forcefully into him. My dick jerked hard and I knew there was no point in holding back. Juice was already flowing at this point; my climax would spray my creamy flow like a fire hose. "Cum in me!" he bellowed. He knew I was cumming, too. I slammed forward and buried my dick completely in his ass. I ground in the last thick inch and felt my manhood jerk hard and my nuts kick. It felt like gallons of sperm were jetting from the swollen head into his eager manhole tunnel. My body shook and convulsed as more waves hit me hard and pumped more man-juice into him. I looked into his eyes and saw him staring up at me. His face was a glow of pleasure. Creamy sperm from his dick was fountaining across his abs and pooling on his square pecs. His hands continued to pull me into his sucking ass. With some control over my muscles coming back, my hips pumped in and out, lengthening the strokes as my climax waves abated. His steamy love tunnel was slippery with my baby gravy. My dick was slick with lube and smeared with my essence. After another five minutes, I slowly pulled out of his ass. My dick had shrunk up to about 5", but still had some stiffness to it. As I exited his hole, my juice drooled from the wide opening before he could tighten up. Without thinking, I leaned over and licked up the errant fluids. My tongue darted around his sphincter and then burrowed hard to get inside. I was rewarded when he relaxed and I licked out more baby sauce. After another minute, I realized what I'd done. He'll think I'm the biggest kinky pervert on the planet, I suddenly thought. "Kiss me," he insisted. I grinned broadly and did as he requested. He kissed me back and mined my mouth for more of more cum and his ass juices. His tongue and lips kissed and licked at my goatee, too, eating as much spent cream as he could. I went back to his ass to see if I could get more cum from his freshly fucked and seeded ass. He turned beneath me and sucked my wilted, but creamy dick into his mouth. We were cum pigs by any definition. We kissed and ate cum from his ass and chest as well as from my dick. Ten minutes later, I was ready to go again. So was he. This time, he sat on my dick. Once more, I nutted deep inside him. His dick had risen again, but it wasn't ready for "prime time" he told me. He would need another twenty to thirty minutes to cum again. We repeated our earlier cum pig imitations with as much gusto as the first time. However, this time, Pierre (I finally found out his name) worked his tongue into my ass as I ate out his ass. "You need to fuck me?" I asked. "If you'll let me." "Oh, no problem there," I assured him. "More of your fantasy?" "Some, but mostly because I really like you and love your ass. It is so muscular and hard, the hole is so deep between your ass cheeks, and it tastes so good. It must be even better after I fuck it and cum in you. Yes?" he smiled. "I've been fucked, felched, and kissed before. And it was pretty good!" I agreed. "How do you want to fuck me?" "On your back like we did," he requested. I rolled on to my back and pulled my long legs into my chest. My hole glistened with spit. Pierre dove into my ass again, getting me even wetter than before. Using lube, he slowly speared me. His thick dick felt so good inside me. It wasn't as long as what I'm used to, but the thickness was perfect. My big hands held his granite ass globes tightly as his hips slowly pushed his manhood in and out of me. After about 30 seconds, he stopped and pulled out. He held his breath and sighed. "I was so close," he whispered. "I wouldn't mind if you'd shot already," I assured him. "I think it shows how much you enjoy my ass. Besides, the sooner you cum in my ass, the sooner you can cum in my ass again!" He laughed at that. "But, not quite this fast. I need to cool off a little," he allowed. So, he ate my ass out for another two minutes and then resumed fucking me. Once inside me, he took another 30 seconds and he was pounding me hard and jerking heavy cream into my ass. I held his big nuts as they emptied their contents. I felt them pump six times before they stopped. His pistoning dick became slippery, but didn't slow. He kissed me hard and pumped harder. Suddenly laughing, he pulled out. Cum drooled from his hard dick. "Your ass has stroked me too much. I'm too sensitive!" he stammered. I flipped him on to his back and held him down. Gently, I sucked the cum-streaked head of his dick into my mouth and cleaned it off. I moved so that my just fucked ass was right in his face. He didn't hesitate a moment. I felt his hot breath and warm tongue exploring my asshole, extracting as much of his load as he could. Again, we kissed, sharing the bounty of a well-fucked manhole. The more we kissed, the hotter I got. "You wanna get fucked again?" I asked. He got into doggie style position again. Yeah, I guess he does, I concluded. This time, we tried several positions before I exploded more cum into him. He decided it was time for dinner, so we showered (ate ass about half the time), and got dressed again. He took me to a local place I'd never be able to find again. The food was excellent. The wine was perfect for the food. And he was delightful company. He told me more about his teammate that he had the fantasy about. The guy's description did sound a lot like me. It was no small wonder that he wanted to do so much in bed with me. I was fulfilling a three-year fantasy. This story is fiction and fantasy. Your life isn't. Always play safe! Constructive comments to blackhunk33@yahoo.com