Richard and Franco 05
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Last six months in France, first six months in Italy
Gay-MM
My name is Richard. I'm 25 years old and I'm working as an accountant in La Spezia, Italy. I grew up and went to college in the U.S. Since college I lived in Haiti and France, each for eithteen months. I've been living in Italy for six months now.
It was in Haiti where I met my partner Franco. We have been together for over two and a half years.
Haiti had much better weather than my hometown, and we lived better in France than we did in Haiti.
For our first six months in Italy I was working two part-time jobs, in a hotel kitchen as a saucier and in an accounting firm as a "go-fer". Six months ago I became a Junior accountant at a new company, with three third tier accounts.
Back before we left France, the one thing that broke our routine was an evening when, out of the blue, Franco brought home a tall, blonde Australian surfer dude from the hotel he worked at. I swear he was on two swim teams full-time. We stripped him as soon as the the door was locked.
I sat on the floor cross-legged while Franco undressed. The surfer got on his knees, and I started by licking just the head while I held his balls in one hand and my other hand stroked his ass, then I licked his nuts, then his shaft, then I closed my eyes and took as much of that dick in my mouth as I could. He was too long for me to take the whole thing but I just did my best to on that beautiful dick till he told me to stop.
I jumped on the bed and pulled him to me. I was getting impatient opening the condom. I put lube on the tip, a little on my asshole and rolled back on the bed to put a pillow under my ass. "Now", I said.
He didn't have to be told twice. He only got in an inch before he found resistance, but he knew what he was doing and backed off and worked his way in one tiny step at a time. In two minutes he was all the way in. I know five languages, and when this guy's dick hit my prostate, I yelped a word that wasn't in any of them.
My new friend started slow and easy, making it count. He had been fucking me for a minute when I remembered that we weren't alone, and I looked at Franco. Franco was grinning, and in Hatian Creole said something that translates roughly to, "You're loving this!" I looked into the beautiful eyes of the blonde surfer that was pounding my ass and said, "Amen!".
I came. It may have been 20 minutes, but it was too soon. If I was supposed to have no interest in casual hookups or sex without love, I wasn't feeling it now. I couldn't stop smiling. I finally kissed the man; my natural mode is to make out and feel up a lover before anything sexual, but I didn't even think of it before. I held the blonde guy and encouraged him to roll onto his back in the bed. Franco was already cleaning up the condom and lube. I told our new friend to put the pillow I was handing him under his bum, that now Franco was going to make love to his ass, and assured him that Franco is really good at this.
I gave Franco's dick a quick suck; he was already hard, and then unrolled a fresh condom onto it. I gave Franco a good, solid kiss and then put the lube where it needed to be and got out of the way.
I told the Austrailian to pull his toes up behind his ears. Franco got in an inch before the surfer yelled, "Woah!".
Our friend had a big cock but it seems that he was usually the top and Franco's dick was something he wasn't used to.
In Hatian Creole I told Franco to handle him like a virgin. Franco cracked a grin and nodded.
"What was that?", asked the Australian.
"I told him to start gentle and work up to it", I answered.
I watched them while Franco slowly worked his way into the surfer's ass, and after a couple of minutes Franco stopped while our friend got used to it. The surfer let out a lungful of air, like he'd been holding his breath. Franco gave him a questioning look. The surfer said, "Go for it.", and Franco started moving again. When Franco had a solid pace going I reached around his chest and gave his ear a kiss. He turned his head to me and we shared a French kiss. Franco didn't miss a stroke while we did this; he didn't want to finish too fast so my distraction was probably what he wanted.
After probably fifteen minutes, our blonde friend made a noise and clear fluid came out of his half-hard, giant dick and it pooled on his chest. Less than a second later I watched Franco's body tense, and I knew that he was filling up the condom. I got a handful of tissue and when Franco pulled back I took care of the loaded condom and helped the boys clean up.
I got a quick shower in while they relaxed for a couple of minutes. The surfer used the shower after me, kissed us both and left.
"How you doin'?", I asked Franco.
"Good. For such a... blessed guy he had a tight ass. How are you feeling?", Franco asked.
"I feel like a giant fucked my ass today. I'm pretty happy about that", I answered.
Franco grinned. "I thought you'd appreciate him. I'm glad you didn't get upset."
We kissed again, and Franco got his shower.
That was about eight months ago in France.
About two months after we moved to Italy, one evening as we were finishing salads, Franco asked how long it had been since we fucked the Australian surfer.
"Too long. Get him back here!", I joked, then I answered, "Four months."
"We used condoms with him, and always since", Franco stated.
"We need to get tested", I concluded. Franco just nodded and kept eating.
After supper that night I found a group in our town, and the next morning I made an appointment. After work we got tested, both came up negative but our approach to safe sex usually took a "paranoid" approach. I looked at their calendar and talked with the androgonous couple at the desk.
I told Franco that there was a dance in ten days, on a Saturday that I wanted to go to, and that I wanted to do some work with the advocacy group.
We went to the dance; it was fun. We kept going to dances; I'm not going to write about all of them.
Five weeks after the first test we did it again, we were both negative again, and we stopped using condoms with each other.
Since we met, Franco has always held jobs in hotels. Back in Haiti he'd go to work in one hotel, and they'd send him to work at competing hotels for a day or two, like he was the commuity guy.
Franco is still a hotel guy, but now whatever hotel he's working at starts him at the front desk, or has him greet and seat people at the restaurant, or be point man when a convention is using the ballrooms. He tends to stay in a job for months instead of weeks, and his paychecks are healthier.
That's apropos of nothing, but I haven't talked about Franco's job in a long time.
A couple of weeks after I got my full-time accounting job and I happily left my kitchen career behind for good, I shaved my pubes for the first time since college swim team. When Franco saw that, he gave me a fantastic blowjob before giving my naked ass a fantastic fucking.
We did have time together when we weren't having sex.
Since I wasn't working in a kitchen for a living anymore, I got into the habit of coming through the street market on the way home and buying whatever looked good, then making great meals. Franco seemed to appreciate that.
In high school, in college and in Haiti I'd been part of one gay advocacy group or another. Dances and pride had been the best parts, counseling kids with AIDS in Haiti had been the hardest part. In France I was unaware of any advocacy groups, but Franco and I had mostly kept to ourselves, and never felt threatened or in need of such a group.
I started doing youth counseling once a week.
Once again, when Franco and I stopped using condoms I was counseling young people on the importance of condoms.
One Saturday morning as we were lazily waking up and I expected some form of sex before breakfast, Franco pulled me out of bed and said that he wanted me to help him do something. I was irritated at the surprise change of course, but decided to humor him and asked what he wanted to do.
He wanted his crotch shaved. He'd never done it.
Now I was interested.
I sat him down on a chair and got started, having him stand and do various unnatural poses so that I could get at everything.
We didn't have clippers so I did what I could with scissors, a Norelco and finally a safety razor I only used before job interviews.
I used all of my college swim team skills to make Franco's dick and balls look as clean as when he was a child, and sent him into the shower to get the foam and stubble of.
I vacuumed up the curly hair from the floor while he was showering.
Franco had been mostly erect when he went into the shower, and he was mostly soft when he came out, but I was determined that this wouldn't matter.
When he was dry I handed him a mirror so that he could see the finished product. He looked kind of mesmerized.
I took the mirror and sat it down, and pulled Franco to our bed and layed him flat.
I licked the head of his dick first, then the shaft and his balls. I took him as deep as I could, though only briefly, then took my time licking over the head till he was completely hard, then started alternating between the head and shaft. One hand had been holding his balls, and now another started teasing his ass crack.
Something in the back of my head told me that his hairs would grow back quickly, and I got a sense of urgency and sped up my efforts. He noticed; a moan came from his mouth and I felt his heels on my ass.
There should be songs and poems about how cool a man's heels feel on your ass while you're giving a blowjob.
Now I tuned in to Franco's body, meaning his reactions, his sounds and the tenseness of his body, and I cued my actions to his state of being. I felt that we had one minute left, and gave his balls a nice squeeze, fingered his pucker and gave his shaft a solid, all-over licking before focusing on his head, which I took in my mouth and slathered with my tongue. Now I felt it was time for Franco to let go, and I pulled back so just half of the head was in my mouth, my tongue teasing the slit, while my finger went in to his ass up to the first knuckle.
That did the trick, and with a loud moan Franco filled my mouth with come. I felt myself trying to smile but I was in no position for expressions. I swallowed what I could to keep from loosing any. There was some dribble, but Franco was ready to kiss it off of my face.
Franco was spent, but I still had a Saturday Morning boner. I rolled Franco back and put a pillow under his ass, lubed him up and sank my dick into his ass quickly.
It was good to be able to go bareback again. I sucked on one of his big toes for a bit, and then grabbed his hairless dick, and just pounded him hard and fast. He had just come so I wasn't trying to prolong anything; I just wanted to get off and right now Franco wasn't going to take it personally if I finished too soon.
He did seem to enjoy himself. I was probably done after ten or twelve minutes. He later told me that without a condom he could feel me come in his ass that morning.
It must've been nine by the time we were showered and dressed. We walked to the nearest cafe and got our light breakfast and greeted people we knew. In six months it seemed that we knew everybody's names, and I was remembering why we left France. The differences were tiny on paper, but the people and our souls were happier here.
My soul took over my mouth that morning; my brain hadn't looked at the material or approved what I said.
I took his hand and said, "Franco, I've loved you since my first few weeks in Haiti, and I can't imagine growing old with anybody else. Would you please be my husband?"