Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2015 09:00:39 -0700
From: Diplomat1501@msn.com
Subject: Adventure at the Eros Statue    by Jay Roberts     Gay Historical

Adventure at the Eros Statue, Part One    By Jay Roberts       Gay History


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The end of the war was November 11, 1918 as you know.  I took my mustering
out in Paris.  While the city had sustained some damage, the spirit and
lasciviousness was in full play.  With
 my excellent American good looks and cheeky expression I wowed many a
young man passing me in the street.

I had the intension of saving my essence for an officer or noble person but
in fact I slaked my long sexual fast with an Arab lad I encountered on a
walk along the Seine.  He won temporary possession of my prick by his
fabulous good looks and his charming, heavily accented pickup line.

"I shall die here on the spot if I don't get to suck you."
                                             L I stopped and gave him my
famous smile.  Shit, I do have the greatest and whitest American teeth.

He motioned for me to follow and he ducked in a sort of vault area under
the causeway.  It was a bit dirty and dank but after following that perky
ass for awhile I was primed and hard.

As soon as we were hidden inside the wall he came toward me.  I thought he
would drop to his knees at once because he was breathing like a race horse
at the end of the race.  Instead, he dropped his loose Arab robe leaving
his almost naked and threw his warm, tan, muscled arms around my neck.  His
black thick under arm hair was almost at my nose.  I was assailed with his
odor, a mix of sour sweet sweat and I was lost in its magic.

His body was beautiful, sinewy and velvet smooth.  But those lips, searing,
thick as their teenage owner took command.

He pressed at me, soft and then strong, fucking my lips.  I could feel his
large hard cock hitting my khaki clad pants.  I felt that he might get me
into a cum state if he continued.  I gently pushed him away and he stood
about two feet in front of me.  I could see his whole body with its slim
waist, thick curvy cock and delicious ballooning thighs.

It was all I could do not to fall to my own knees and he knew it as he
smiled archly.  But the white boy won out and he sighed and slowly sank in
front of me staring upward as I opened the buttons of my uniform
pants. "Shall you not lower them?" he asked in his accented voice, flavored
with a British overlay.

"No suck now or I will leave."  I enjoyed playing the boss man.  He
shrugged and stuck out his smooth tongue and gave me pulsing prick and
heavy lick.  I moaned.  He laughed, enjoying his role of controller of my
organ.

"Please, get to it," but it came out more a plead than the order I
intended.

His shoulders shrugged as he bent to task, one he had always been
successful at, always earning a gush of sweet spooge dessert.

As his spit filled mouth wet my hard cock, his strong lips massaged the
sides.  I was hurled into another world of pleasure.  I grunted and sang as
he swirled his tongue.  Now his hand grasped the shank of my stiff prick
and moved up and down as his lips firmly sucked and tongue laved the
dripping head.

"I'm about to shoot," I groaned out.

His head nodded, as if to give me permission and I grasped his curly haired
head and began fucking his mouth.  In a moment my knees grew weak and he
held on to them as I began delivering packets of slimy cum his mouth.  I
heard him crooning as he swallowed and when we separated he immediately
grasped his own organ, blushingly red with impending discharge.

I buttoned my trousers as I watched him.  I ought to leave quickly but it
seemed ungrateful not to stay and stare.  Finally with a camel like roar he
fell backwards as he began throwing spurts into the air.

I then slipped away.  Who knows, he might have robbed me although I was a
poor soldier, as poor as he.

I walked back along the river my mind gradually fixing on my plan to go to
London.  I had been there for two weeks training before embarking for
France and the gruesome war that had just ended.  I now figured that the
town would be festive.  It had not sustained much damage.

That night I boarded the packet boat leaving me almost bereft of funds, but
I had foolish hopes that fate would intervene in my favor.  Shortly you
will hear my amazing good fortune.

End Part One