Handsome in Paris
By
Alfredo Garcia
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Paris, July 14. My friend and I were walking to the Gare du Nord where we had left our luggage intending to catch the night train to London. The day before we had arrived by train from Spain, and spent the day in a state of exuberant youthful happiness, in the magical streets and gardens of early summer Paris. I remember none of the details except that we played in fountain on the Champs Elysees, near the Place de la Concorde. That night we stayed the night in a cheap but absurdly named Grand Hotel where, to save money, we slept in the same bed in a room with flowered wallpaper. We showered in our tiny, crowded space that afforded little privacy. The sight of his naked body, cost me sleep. I imagined my skin next to his, our arms holding each other under the covers. This was the first time I had felt such a sexual attraction to my friend.
As we turned corner from Boulevard de Magenta into Boulevard de Sabastopol someone shouted "Handsome!" I turned my head and saw a boy who smiled me. He stood with two others on the corner. My friend seemed not to have noticed and I immediately looked away but his image was fixed in my mind. I guessed he was about my age, or perhaps a little older, my height, but he looked stronger than me, and had dark, straight hair and large expressive eyes flashing from a round face. I was stunned. He had called me "handsome". Me? Why? In this strange land can a male say such thing to another male?
Did he like me or want to be with me, maybe touch me, kiss me, make love to me? It left me shaken but strangely gratified.
As we continued down the street, I felt myself blushed by the compliment, as a girl might respond who believed the flattery. Just before we reached the station, I saw the boy again, this time walking alone on the other side of the road but moving in our direction. Our eyes met for an instant but in that moment something mystical transpired. It was as if some strange spirit had entered and vitalized me. There was still an hour before our train departed, and as we already had our tickets so, flushed with excitement, I excused myself to go the bathroom, asking my friend to collect our bags. I washed my hands, refreshed my face and combed my hair before the mirror. My eyes were covered with wet fingers when I heard "Comment vas-tu, handsome?"
I felt a hand on my waist and opened my eyes. There in the mirror, smiling was he who had complimented me. My heart pounded as his hand slid up my back under my shirt. I attempted to move away, but his other hand held my hip as I glanced around but the two or three other people at the sinks, did not seem to have noticed anything.
"Tranquile, mon ami", he whispered in my ear, while his hand under my shirt caressed my chest, and gently squeezed my nipples. My penis began to engorge with blood and I stood still as if paralyzed while he playfully pinched my erect nipples and pressed his body to mine. I felt his hard penis against my leg and his lips on my neck.
"Vous aimez-moi de vous toucher de cette façon?"
He groped my erect penis through my pants. I winced at the impertinence of his action but did not repel him.
"Oui, vous l'aimez" , he whispered in my ear, grinning with the realization of his conquest.
I did not want him to stop but I suddenly feared that my friend might come looking for me. "Oui, mon amour, viens avec moi" he said, perhaps sensing my anxiety . With one arm around my waist he drew me towards a cubicle and closed the door.
"Votre ami ne peut pas nous trouver ici."
He held my face with his hands, and he kissed me, but I did not reciprocate. Then he pushed his tongue in my mouth, and pinched my nipples again. It hurt but it made me want to suck his fat, insistent tongue. He turned me around, and shoved me hard against the door. Urgently, he pulled down my pants and I felt his smooth hands on my buttocks. I pressed my face against the door and closed my eyes knowing his intension and could do nothing but submit. He had called me "handsome" and now I wanted him to take his pleasure with me.
He stuck his finger in my mouth and sucked on it knowing its destination was to penetrate my ass. When he pressed into me I expected it to hurt but it did not. With his tongue in my ear, I felt him fumble with his clothes and the sensation of his hard, hot cock rubbing my ass.
"Vous aime, n'est pas, mon handsome".
Next he pressed three fingers in my mouth, and I smelled my ass but sucked them to cover them with saliva. It hurt a little when he penetrated me more violently than before. Next he bent me forwards and forcefully speared me with his cock. I would have liked more kisses, caresses and words of love but I was passive, vulnerable, and delivered to him. I let him handle me at his will.
My friend entered the toilets and called out my name just as the boy started to penetrate. He could not enter me at first but kept pressing, despite my pain. A wave of panic swept over me but I fought it and tried to relax and open myself as much as I could. I wanted to feel him inside me but I was terrified my friend would hear us in the cubicle. Finally, the boy's cock passed the first ring of my anus, and after a breathless pause, he slid his cock deeply inside me. A moan escaped my throat and he covered my mouth with his hand. And then he started to fuck me. Despite the pain, I was exultant. I had done it. His sweaty body covered mine. He was inside me, and filled me completely. I turned my head, and I offered him my tongue, and he sucked me hard. It was as if he had opened a door, both to my body and to my soul and I would never be the same. His thrusts became increasingly stronger, deeper, more rapid but now it no longer hurt me. I wanted it and felt as I never had before giving myself to this stranger.
There was 20 minutes before the train would leave and I gave myself five minutes in the paradise as he thrust into me. My God, I loved, yes, yes, yes. I begged him not to stop and pushed out my ass to receive his demanding cock. I looked down and saw my own erect penis as it rocked with the rhythm of my lover's thrusts. Filaments of pre-cum hung from the tip of my cock, grew fatter then detached and fell on the floor. In these few minutes my childhood, my adolescence, my youth, attained their realization, despite the ugliness of the place. "I am beautiful", he had said it, he desired me, he was inside me, and he enjoyed my body. For that ecstatic moment I no longer cared if I missed the train or even if he door were to fly and my friend would see me there being fucked in a toilet cubicle. A wave of heat swept my body and reddened my face. I was going to cum, though untouched, there was nothing that could stop the flood of semen from flowing in torrents from my penis. My anus contracted in spasmodic bursts as my seed spattered the toilet bowl and his spurted into me emitting a groan of rage.
There were ten minutes to the train departure. I quickly pulled up my pants as he slumped exhausted against the wall, I breathed a hasty "Merci" bent to kiss his lips, and walked out quickly. At the door of the toilets I heard his voice call "Au revoir handsome" and the image of his hard and dripping penis flashed into my head. I spun around and returned to the cubicle where I knelt between his legs, and for a minute I licked and cleaned his penis, which started to become erect again. He tried to hold me, but this time I slipped free from his arms.
My friend was desperately looking for me in the middle of the hall of the station carrying both our backpacks. "Where were you? Quick, quick, we will miss the train!"
As I ran up to the platform, I felt semen seeping from my anus to wet my pants. We swung into the carriage just as the train moved off. In our compartment and gained our breath, and my friend asked me about the wet spot on the seat of my pants, "I have had terrible attack of in the bathroom," I answered, hoping he did not notice the distinct aroma of semen. Fortunately we were alone and I pulled clean pants from my pack and went to the toilet to change. On the way, a man passed me as I made my way along the corridor. I noticed the twinkle in his eyes. Did he also find me "handsome", and would like to fuck me. I looked away but smiled to myself.
Once in the toilet, I took off my pants and put them to my nose; the smell was unmistakable. I slipped my finger in my ass, still well lubricated with semen, and then licked my fingers. I masturbated with the other hand, looking in the mirror, and imagining the man I had seen in the hallway pressing his cock into me.
As I returned along the corridor, the train slowed into a station. The man I had passed was now waiting by the door and looked at me shamelessly. I returned his gaze and smiled. He disembarked but remained standing on the platform, staring back at me. As the train started, I threw him a kiss, with my hand. He was slow to react but finally raised his palm to his mouth and yelled something at the departing train. By now he was far away and I could not hear him, but perhaps he said "handsome".
Back in compartment, I marveled at how, in less than two hours, I had gone from a shy, straight boy, with no sexual experience, to be one hungry for cock and cum, and eager to be seduced and fucked. My friend was sleeping. I stared down at his face with a mixture of resentment and contempt. If only somehow our stars had been aligned that night at Grand Hotel. There he might have made love to me in that room papered with flowers. Then how different my life might have been. A few moments later I too fell asleep, lulled by the rattles of the train, a new sensation in my ass, the taste of cum lingering in my mouth and the word "handsome" still ringing in my ears.
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