Escape to Paris cajuncock
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I nodded my thanks for the brandy he'd given me. He smiled and softly said "You are a very handsome man". I nodded acknowledgement of his compliment. A second glass of brandy was presented. This time I sipped it slowly. Now more relaxed, I took in my surroundings. It was a comfortable apartment on a quiet street in bustling Paris. I could hear the passing cars and delivery trucks. Soon the trash trucks would arrive to pick up the day's debris. Charles was a man of culture as I could see from the books on the shelves. He'd found me huddled alone in one of those notorious naked bars in the city. It was my first stop after my afternoon arrival on the train from London. I had no luggage, having abandoned everything at my former lover's flat in London. The fight that had preceded my departure was brief. I'd returned to the apartment and found him in bed with a 16 year old boy. The boy shamelessly smiled at me as he fondled the adult cock. I was furious and a bit disgusted by the scene. Had I been that old when he first met me? I grabbed a few things and rushed out to the tube station heading for the rail station. I was still furious as I stood in the ticket line not knowing where I'd go. I looked up at the board and saw that the next departure was for Paris. The three hour trip allowed me to think of my immediate needs. I was not poor. In fact I had my credit cards and bank cards.
Once in Paris, I grabbed one of the free gay papers and searched for a place. There was a small ad announcing the afternoon opening at a bar near the station. I headed straight there. I walked in and was handed a plastic bag. I looked at it wondering if I'd walked into the wrong place. The tall man behind the counter pointed to a multilingual sign announcing that it was a "naturalist" bar for men. I undressed, figuring that there was at least a chance to find some like minded men. The tall man smiled at me as I handed him the bag. He handed me a rubber arm band and I heard the door buzz. I walked into a darkened room that had a bar halfway down one side. I ordered a beer and saw the naked bartender make a note on a tablet. Beer in hand, I turned to look at the men in the bar. There were about ten there, all naked. A few were in groups talking. Others stood around looking bored with the entire scene.
I turned back to the bar and stood sipping the beer. A few minutes later a man came next to me to order a drink. He stood staring at the mirror behind the bar. I ignored him as best I could. Afterall London did not have this type of bar. He turned to me and in a low voice asked "Your first time?" I nodded yes, too afraid to even speak. He spoke perfect English but with a slight Irish accent. Seeing my hesitation to speak he whispered "Don't worry, most of these men are tame, they won't bite. That is unless you're into that?" I laughed at his joke, feeling more relaxed. We talked for a bit before he asked if I wanted to tour the establishment. I nodded in the affirmative and followed him to the dark back of the bar. There were open cages where groups of men were engaged in some very interesting sex play. At the far corner I noticed men going through a dark door with a single red light. I followed my guide, Charles, to the stairs going down to another dark area. I could hear the moans of men engaged in intense sex play, some begging in various languages for what I knew was more sex. The area had insets in the walls where I could clearly see men being fucked and hear the slap of skin on skin.
We returned to the main area of the bar. At once both of our hard cocks were visible in the dim lights. Some men nodded to Charles as we passed. He merely nodded back to them. As we leaned back on the bar, I could feel Charles' hand moving up and down my back heading for my ass crack. One finger found his target, my now sweaty hole. I let out a low moan as his finger worked at my opening. He whispered "Perhaps you'd like to come to my place just down the street? We could find ways to relax, I'm sure." I nodded my approval and followed him out. He paid for both our bar bills, we dressed and proceeded a few blocks to a small side street. By now I was more than a little curious about my host. His auburn hair and slight beard was very attractive. He offered me a brandy which I accepted. As we drank he began removing his clothes slowly. He had a fine coating of auburn hair covering a toned, muscled chest. It was something I'd not noticed in the dim bar light. He moved to sit next to me on the small sofa, opening my shirt then gently rubbing my own chest. I moaned feeling his hand move over my chest. He pulled back asking "I wonder about you Yanks. Are you all hung like those men on the internet?" I looked into his sparkling green eyes saying "Well, I don't know about the rest. But I've never had any complaints. Are you Irish as virile as they say?" He leaned in to kiss me softly as he moved to my zipper pulling it down. Soon we both were naked on the floor. Our bodies mashed against each other in urgent need. His pink, uncut cock stood straight up with just the tip of a purple head peeking out. I wondered what would happen next. I was prepared to fulfill anything he desired. He pulled away asking "Bed?" I moaned a yes and was pulled to my feet. In the bedroom he turned on the TV with a gay dvd playing and the sounds of men being used filling the room. He whispered "I'm clean and I hope you are too. I wanted to feel you wrapped around my cock with no bothersome latex between us." I lifted my legs to his shoulder in answer to his question. He dove down with his tongue pushing past the first muscle. I screamed out his name displaying my need for him to invade my most personal place. He pushed my legs back so that he had a perfect view of my hole. He moaned loudly before again attacking it. I yelled for him to take me now. I wanted so much to once again feel the presence of a strong man inside me. I wanted to again feel loved and dominated by someone worthy. For the next hour he brought me to the edge repeatedly until he could no longer hold his passion back. He lunged in and I felt the throb of his cock as he filled me with his seed. This sent my own cock into action sending my juice onto our chests.
We rested, naked, sipping another brandy. He asked where I was staying in the city. I confessed telling him my sad tale. He said "Well, I can at least offer you a place for the night. I promise though the price might be a bit hard for you to take." We both laughed. We returned to his place. For the first time I felt comfortable. It didn't matter for how long. But for today I was happy about my life.