I woke up with a start....one of those "where am I?" feelings. I looked around and remembered being in the hostel, and then last night came rushing back. Holy crap! Was that a dream? I felt my cock, still there, but the hair was pretty matted....maybe just a good JO session. Then I looked over and saw my roommate, Claude, sleeping on his bunk, barely covered with the sheet, and I saw his nice soft cock....yeah, I remember that....it was real. At least I remembered my first time with a guy as a good one. I quietly got up, grabbed my ditty bag, towel and clean underwear, and started to the shower room at the other end of the hall. As I passed the adjacent cubicle I remembered the sounds from there last night, and quietly peeked between the wardrobe cabinets to see who was there. Two young handsome guys, sleeping together on one narrow bunk, covered with the sheet, and obviously very good friends. Looking at them I had a nice feeling start in my groin, and thought that maybe I would see more of them. I backed out without waking them and went on to shower. I was alone in the bath area. The shower felt great, and when I was finished with it all I felt more ready to start a day of sightseeing. Little did I know how great a day it would be. Walking back to my cube, when I passed our neighbors, curiosity got to me again and I looked to see if they were still sleeping. But they were awake, lying together uncovered, playing with each others semi-hard cocks....beautiful...and I again felt my cock plump up a bit in my boxers. They saw me, smiled and waved and said something in French that I assumed was 'good morning' or something....I smiled back and went on into my cubicle. Claude was awake, sitting naked on the edge of the bunk, so I sheepishly said 'good morning.' He looked at me, smiled and asked if I had had a good time the night before. Blushing some I think, I said that it had been my first experience like that, but that I thought I really liked it. With a big smile on his face, he reached out, grabbed the leg of my boxers, and pulled me gently to stand in front of him between his knees. Before I could react, he had reached one hand up my boxers leg and softly grabbed my balls, reached his other hand through the fly and pulled my still semi-hard cock out, leaned forward and licked and kissed the tip. As I gasped a bit, my cock became totally hard almost instantly. Using my balls as a handle sort of, he pulled me toward him and took my cock into his mouth, caressing it all over with his slippery tongue. I was immediately his again, and as he slowly moved me back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of his mouth over his tongue, all I could do was lean on his shoulders, moaning and whimpering. It didn't take long....after what seemed like a few seconds it felt as if my whole body was squirting out the tip of my cock....I had never before felt anything so incredible, I was in a trance. He softly pushed me back to sit on my bunk, got up and got his stuff out his wardrobe, and said "I'll clean up and then we can get some coffee and start sightseeing." I was still dazed....in less that 12 hours this guy had given me the 2 most intense orgasms I had ever had by any means, and I was sure that our neighbors had heard all of it. Somehow I was proud, not embarrassed, and looked forward to the rest of the day. The day of sightseeing was really grand. Claude had lots of favorite places he wanted to see again, and being with someone who spoke the language and knew how to get around Paris made it an unbeatable experience. Not to mention that he had earlier given me probably the most fantastic blowjob I had ever had. I would have followed him anywhere I think! The weather was beautiful, the sights, the food, the wine, resting in the park along the river, everything was just perfect. As evening approached we had a delicious supper, and then he wanted to go to a jazz club he knew about. We took Metro to that part of town and found the club, which was just starting to fill up with patrons. It was an underground club, part basement and part cave, and to get into it you walked through a short tunnel plastered with posters of 40's and 50's jazz greats. Inside, the light was really dim, and it took awhile to get accustomed to it. A rectangular room, on one side was the small stage with small spotlights; along the back wall was the bar area and restrooms, and the rest of the place was filled with real small tables and chairs, none of which seemed to match any of the others. I followed him back to the bar area, where he ordered us a small bottle of Pernod, a pitcher of water and 2 glasses. While waiting for the order, I felt him reach and pull down my pants zipper. I started to ask "what are you doing?" but he just said "leave it down." With my question unanswered, I followed him through the maze of little tables until we found a good one to sit at....the place was really filling up, and it was like a theater, the tables were so close together. After we sat down, Claude opened the bottle, poured a little Pernod into each glass, and filled the glasses with water. He asked if I had ever had it before, and I answered "no".....he said "be careful, it's pretty potent, just sip it." By then, the four musicians were setting up....piano, vibraphone, drums and bass....in appearance anyway a perfect replica of the Modern Jazz Quartet, perhaps my favorite group at the time. I looked around to check out who was near us. At the small table on my side were 2 very cute girls, who smiled and said something....all I could do was shrug and say "english", and they smiled again. Tight next to Claude was another couple of young guys at the next table, about our age I guess. It looked like everyone was drinking Pernod, and the odors of different 'cigarette' smoke were becoming heavier. As the musicians started playing, and the lights over the tables were turned even dimmer, Claude mixed us another glass of Pernod. The quartet was very good, and sounded exactly like the MJQ.....The dim lights, the buzz from the Pernod, and the echoing of the vibes created a mesmerizing atmosphere. It was then that my question was answered: Claude placed his hand in my lap, reached in through my open fly, and started gently fondling my balls and soft cock, which quickly started to react to the attention. The openness of this act embarrassed me, and I looked at the girls next to me....they each had their hands inside the other's wrap-around style skirts and were obviously caressing each other. Without concern they smiled at me as I watched a bit. I looked at the guys next to Claude, and they were doing the same thing to each other....nothing was exposed, just inside their pants. All I could think was "man, what a culture this is!", but actually it was pretty cool that everyone was so open about it. Claude had on button fly pants, so I reached over, opened his fly, and joined the party! There was no pressure, no wild stroking, just peacefully holding and caressing each other while enjoying the booze and the music. That was pretty much how the next 2 hours passed, until the group stopped playing, everyone applauded and cheered, and the crowd started to leave, to make room for the next crowd for the next set. We did up our pants, went outside into the fresh night air, and Claude said "lets go back to the hostel and relax." Great idea, it had been a long and exciting day. Back in our cubicle at the hostel, we both undressed to our underwear, and were just relaxing on our bunks, coming down from the events of the day. I was thinking I might soon get another chance to play with Claude, to repay him for the incredible BJ that morning, and I was planning in my imagination what I wanted to do with him. In a few minutes, one of the guys in the next cubicle called over the partition and said something to Claude. Claude responded to him, turned to me and said that they wondered if we wanted to join them for a few glasses of wine.....he said that he thought it would be fun. Damn, I thought to myself, but I guess I can wait a while longer. "Sure" I said, got up and started to put my pants back on, but Claude said not to bother, that everyone was in their underwear anyway. Fine with me I said, let's go. The guys had pulled one mattress off the bunk and put it on the floor between the bunks, making like a two level cushioned area. They were sitting kind of cross legged on the padded floor area, waved us to sit on the bunk, and poured us each a glass of wine. I still had a nice buzz from the Pernod, but the wine did taste good and felt nice going down. We were all in our underwear as I said, all with t-shirts, me with my military boxers which are loose but not really floppy, and the other 3 in French style (I guess) boxer/briefs.....short like briefs but floppy like boxers. They left nothing to the imagination.....the legs were really open so that all the cocks and balls were pretty much out in the open. And with our 2 new friends sitting cross legged they might as well had nothing at all on. I was enjoying the view, however....they both had beautiful cocks and nice firm scrotums. Their cocks looked like twins, they were so similar, and they were both larger than either Claude or me. I'm sure they saw me admiring them, and when I glanced at Claude I could see he liked the view too. Since I spoke no French, the conversation was between the 3 of them mostly. Claude often gave me a recap of what they were talking about, even including them enjoying hearing Claude and I the night before and that morning. When he told me that they were smiling at us and gave me a thumbs up sign! I told Claude to tell them that I was glad they had heard and enjoyed it, and I hoped it helped to turn them on some. They both laughed at that and shook their heads 'yes'. Every time they poured us a little more wine, they moved closer to us sitting on the bunk, until eventually one was leaning on my knee a little and the other was leaning on Claude's knee. Looking at the 3 of them it was apparent that they were getting more turned on....their cocks were becoming fluffed up, and they would often rub a bit. The activity was getting to me, too, and I was slowly getting hard. One guy said something, and Claude turned to me and said that since their cocks were pretty much in the open, but they really couldn't see mine, that I should take off my boxer shorts. It became apparent to me what Claude had already figured out I think, that these guys were playing a game, we were their toys, and they were slowly seducing us, each doing what the other did to get closer and closer. Realizing that, it became a lot more exciting...so I wiggled around and took the boxers off, spreading my knees, leaving myself wide open. Shortly, they each started to gently brush the inside of our thighs with their finger tips....they knew we liked the game and wanted to play. Both Claude and I were now solid hard, and getting harder as the guys tickled our thighs, moving their fingers closer and closer to our balls and cocks. Claude's 'toy' took off Claude's boxers, and then they both took off theirs. They were both beautifully hard as well, Claude and I about the same size, and they both maybe half again bigger. I had seen maybe a couple guys in the barracks showers that were bigger, but not many. We were cut, but they were uncut, and hard their tips were just partially covered. I had never seen cocks like that before, and I was fascinated with the beauty of them. I realized that even if I weren't gay, I had a major cock fetish....I really wanted to play with them. By this time they were both tenderly massaging our balls, and gently stroking up and down, licking off the drops of precum as they oozed out. I could barely take it I was so hot. I told Claude to tell my guy to stand up because I wanted to kiss his cock too....Claude said 'me too' and said something to them. They together stood up and move closer to us. And there it was, just a few inches from my face....the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, mine to play with. I gently massaged his firm ball sac with one hand and slowly moved up and down his cock with the other, covering and uncovering the lovely hard tip, that was now starting to drip his precum. I couldn't hold back any longer....I held his loose skin down, freeing his head completely, and took the gorgeous tip into my mouth. It barely fit, just leaving enough room for my tongue to swirl around him and taste him completely. I could see that Claude was doing the same to his guy, and from the sounds and movements I knew we were doing a good job. I slid him in and out as much as I could, maybe an inch each way, and concentrated on trying to make him cum and give me his juices. After a few minutes I felt his balls start to tighten, his shaft which I was stroking all the while seemed to get harder, his tip got harder and more juicy, he started to move in and out over my tongue more intently, and with some moans and groans and jerks his cock started pulsing and shooting his cum into my mouth....damn I was happy, I had made this beautiful cock feel so good. And next to us Claude and his guy were in the same throes of ecstasy. After they gained some composure, they both dropped to their knees in front of us and started to return the favors. Claude and I were soon groaning with pleasure, and I was so hot and my cock so hard that I knew it was going to be very soon. My guy pulled my cock deep into his mouth, softly squeezed and pulled down on my balls, and that did it. For the second time that day my whole world was concentrated in the tip of my cock, and the ecstasy spread from there back through my whole body. I felt him actually pulling the sperm out my cock with his sucking motions, and I started to just about cry from my joy. I looked over at Claude to share the moment, and he was doing the same. The look on his face was a mixture of agony and glory, and his body was jerking as he came in his guy's mouth. But all too soon it faded, all 4 cocks had softened, and we were revelling in the afterglow. While our 2 new friends cuddled together on the floor mattress, Claude and I struggled to get up, picked up our shorts, and staggered back to our own bunks. We fell onto his bunk, holding each other, and fell asleep.
Quite the tour of Paris! Beautifully described romp through the non-tourist side of Paris. I could see the whole thing in my mind's eye.
Marvelous!!! Brings back memories of that first time, unfortunately in Albuquerque, not Paris.
