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Paolo cajuncock
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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