Sunday morning, last full day in Paris. ================================================== == I awoke suddenly, once again confused, wondering where I was. That lasted only a second or two before I again remembered the night before. Even tho' we had gone to sleep on the same small bed, I woke up on mine. I don't remember moving from Claude's bed to mine during the night. I looked at my watch....it was almost 9:30. It must have been 2am or so when we finally got back into our cubicle, and with the Pernod and wine with our next cubicle friends we had been pretty well sedated. I looked over and saw that Claude was still sleeping, just barely covered with the sheet. I just lay there thinking about the night before....the jazz club and other couples, the invitation to visit our next cubicle mates, and the lengthy sex session that happened with them. I shook my head in disbelief at what had happened the past couple of days, having had more sex than usual in a couple of months, and all with other guys on top of that. Truly a weekend to never forget. Eventually I talked myself into getting up and going to the shower room to clean up. As I passed our neighbors' cubicle I saw that the mattresses were back in their right places and the guys were also still sound asleep. As I walked farther to the shower I heard some more soft snoring as I passed a couple cubicles down the hall. I cautiously stuck my head in and saw just one guy sleeping....he must have come in last night sometime. I hadn't seen him before. Reaching the showers, I stood under the hot water for a long time, washing the Pernod/wine aches out and slowly returning to normal. When I returned to our cubicle, Claude was sitting on the edge of his bunk, holding his head in his hands. He looked up and smiled with a little groan...."that was quite a night, huh?" he said, and lay back down with a laugh. I laughed at him and teased him for getting too drunk after telling me to take it easy with the Pernod in the jazz club. He replied that it wasn't the Pernod or the wine, it was all that cum we made him drink the night before! I said, "you really didn't act like you regretted it at the time....I know I didn't!" With that he got up, slapped me playfully on the head, grabbed his kit and headed off to the showers, laughing. As he left he called back that it looked like our friends were over tired, too. When he returned from the showers and got dressed, he surprised me by saying that his train back to Reims was early that afternoon. I was saddened because I looked forward to some more sweet time together, since I didn't have to leave until the following day. He playfully gave me a hug, grabbed my crotch and said this will have to wait until our next trip. With that we exchanged addresses; it was actually a pretty sad time for me. Claude said, "let's go get something to eat and you can come to the railroad station with me." That actually was a good idea: it would show me the best way to get there tomorrow morning when I had to leave. Even tho' it was Sunday we were able to find a place to have a brunch sort of meal. Claude said that most of the places only stayed open half day on Sunday, if they opened at all. After we finished eating it was time to head to the station, so we went to the nearest Metro station. Claude showed me how to use the route board to find the trains needed.....cool, all you had to do was push a button on a list of stations where you wanted to go and the route would light up on the board, showing the trains and transfers (if any) you had to make to get there. We followed the directions and in no time we were at the railroad station. I felt much more confident on my ability to find my way alone tomorrow. Claude and I wandered around looking at the people, spent time sitting remembering all we had done the previous days, and making general plans on getting together again in the future. He joking said he had gotten the addresses of our friends also, and would talk them into coming for another session. With that, he had to board his train. We gave each other a big hug, he disappeared onto his train, and I sadly left to return to the hostel. I took the Metro back to the Notre Dame cathedral, and spent a couple hours just wandering around there, marveling at the architecture and history of the area. In the process I saw that the cafes were closed, but I did see a couple of small markets that were open. I memorized where they were so that I could come out and get some stuff for a simple supper. And then went back to the hostel, went up to my cubicle, now seeming empty, stripped to my underwear to get comfortable and cool off, and lay down to read a bit and probably nap, too. After a couple hours had passed I heard a knocking sound, looked up and saw a guy knocking on the end of my wardrobe, looking into the cubicle. "Hi, what's up?" I said. "Hi, I'm Todd. I moved into the cubicle down the hall yesterday evening." he said. I replied that I had seen him in the morning when I went to shower, and that he was sound asleep. He said, "yeah, quite a story. Where's your roommate?" I told him that Claude had to leave, and to come in and sit if he wanted. He walked in and sat down on the other bed, saying that was too bad, and that we sounded like good friends. That surprised me a little and I guess I gave him a funny look. He started to tell me his story...... Todd was US Navy. He was on a ship that was in Marseille for an extended stay and he had gotten a week pass to travel. He decided to visit Paris for most of the time, and his planning processes sounded a lot like mine. He had arrived at the hostel about 8 yesterday evening, and tired from a tedious train ride from Marseille, had decided to just go to bed and save the start of his exploration until this morning. His idea sort of worked, at least until late when Claude and I returned from our evening on the town. He continued his story..... "It's not that you guys were noisy or anything. I guess it was just the change in the sound levels that woke me up. I had heard the French guys next to you quietly talking, but I didn't understand any of it and just got used to it as background noise. I woke up when you guys walked down the hall and into your cubicle. Then shortly I heard one of your neighbors ask a question, and I guess your friend answered him, and I heard you guys talking for the first time, in English, which surprised me because I thought you were French too. After a bit it was clear that you guys had joined the other two, the conversation level increased and since it was just 2 cubicles away I could hear everything pretty well. Mostly I heard 3 voices in French, but occasionally I heard 2 in English, you and your friend I guess. And also the popping of corks and the clinking of glasses....obviously you guys were having a little party. I was wondering if I should try to join you, but since it was mostly French and I didn't understand a word of it I decided to just try to go back to sleep. Still, something about it, and the occasional English conversation between you and your friend kept me interested in what was happening." I started to wonder just what he had thought, what he was imagining while listening to the 'little party'. After all, he was US Navy, I was US Air Force, both military, and if he suspected anything sexual going on it could be pretty dangerous. Where was this going, I wondered... "Wait," I said, "I'm getting hungry....let's go out and find something for supper. I saw a couple markets earlier where we can get stuff." So I put on some clothes, and we went out to one of the markets, bought some cheeses, sausages, baguettes, a couple bottles of wine, and fruit, and then went back to the cubicle in the hostel to have a comfortable supper. We put out all the food on the little table in the cubicle, served ourselves some, and sat on the bunks to casually eat and drink. While eating, Todd continued..... "So, I kept listening. Actually, on the ship I often listen to hushed conversations at night...sometimes hear some pretty interesting stuff.... I thought I heard the French guys say 'beet' often.....the guys on the ship say that a lot in jokes....its slang for 'cock' in French. So obviously that made me listen more. Then I heard you and your friend in English say 'cock', and 'horny', and other stuff and I was pretty sure something was going on! Then I heard your friend say for you to take off your shorts because they wanted to see your cock since you could see theirs." Needless to say that put me on alert. When we got back with the food I had taken my pants and shirt off again, since it was pretty warm in the 4th floor hostel. Now, Todd, while talking and eating some, asked if it was ok with me if he stripped to his skivies also, since it was pretty hot and he wanted to get more comfortable. Sure, I said....he stood and took off his pants and shirt, down to t-shirt and boxers much like mine. He sat back down on the other bed and leaned back to get comfortable....it was hard for me to keep my eyes away from his shorts and stuff. After all, he had been talking about some fairly sexual stuff, and it looked like he was a little aroused. I know I was. With his talk about us taking off our shorts and stuff I was definitely getting a bit hard. Todd got up from the bed and walked to the table to get some more food. There was no doubt he had a major hardon, and he was trying to hide it as he returned to sit down. I said, "what did you think then? What did you do?" He said, "I was so hot I couldn't keep my hands off myself. I just knew you were doing some hot stuff, and I was missing out on it, it really made me hard. All the moaning and groaning sounds were just too much." I said....."you say you were missing out on it? sounds like you have done stuff with another guy? " "Yeah, uh, on the ship a couple times. It's awful hard to get any time to do anything tho', unless you're with an officer. They have their own little rooms." "From what I can see, it looks like you should have joined us.....looks like you have a really nice cock." Surprised, he looked down at his lap and saw that his cock was sticking out the fly of his shorts, and gave a lame try to cover it up. "Don't" I said..."come here and let me see it closer." He stood up, and since the beds were so close he was right in front of me just a few inches away. It was indeed a nice cock: about 6 inches cut, hard, straight shaft, and a pretty, big tip just starting to ooze precum. As I said "maybe this will make up for last night", I pulled him to me and started licking him up and down and around the tip. It didn't take long for him to start rocking back and forth, moaning softly, and I took his cock into my mouth and felt his fucking motions with my lips and tongue. He tasted so good, his hard velvety cock felt so good in my mouth, his precum was flowing pretty well, so his cock was nice and slick. My lips were still tender from all the fun the night before, so I concentrated on caressing him with my tongue...I'm sure I was enjoying it as much as he was, slowly rocking back and forth, getting harder and harder, the tip getting bigger and bigger and really slippery from all the precum. It didn't take him long, and in a couple minutes he softly held my head, and while rocking back and forth let out a deep groan, as his cock jerked squirting his cum into my mouth. I used it as added slippery lube and massaged his cockhead all over with my tongue. He kept groaning and squirting his cum, it felt like a long time before he stopped moving and uttered a huge sigh. He said "I have to sit down before I fall down!" and set back onto the other bed, shaking. He stared at me, smiling, chuckling, saying how unreal it had been. After a couple minutes of lying back with his eyes closed, and panting, Todd leaned up and said "well, that fixes the receiving part of last night, but I still have to satisfy the giving part of it....I might have sucked 4 cocks then, so I've got a lot of fun to replace!" He slid off the bed to his knees and shuffled over to me. He pulled off my boxers with both hands and at the same time pulled me to the edge of my bed. Then he leaned over and softly took my cock into his mouth......oh, so good....I said "softly, it's still very sensitive from last night." He shook his head 'yes' and started to caress my cock with his lips and tongue...it felt like the softest fur all over me....however he did it it was like he barely was touching me with his tongue. It was so soft and sensual it was driving me crazy....my cock was twitching and I was thrusting into his mouth almost immediately....it was a whole new feeling, almost like being caressed with silk....I had never felt anything so tender. as I got hotter and harder he continued the same way, always tender but getting stronger and stronger somehow. I soon reached the plateau and couldn't hold it any longer, and felt my whole body cum together into my cock as I squirted my juices into Todd's mouth.....it was incredible....just a constant full body feeling of ecstasy as he continued to suck me and swallow my offering. Finally it was too strong a feeling and I had to gently push him away.....my cock was so sensitive the feelings continued even after he stopped. Much as he had, I collapsed back onto my bed and tried to come back to reality....this guy was a major good cocksucker.....my experience was not much, but I wanted to keep this guy's mouth around me forever! He got off the floor in front of me and sat on the bed next to me, leaned over and caressed my softening cock with his hands. In just a few seconds my cock stopped getting soft and started to stand up again. As it did he leaned down and started to softly lick all over the tip, teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue. As I got harder and harder again he continued doing just that...quietly licking round and round just the tip, teasing the slit, and flicking the sweet spot with just the tip of his tongue. As he kept doing this so softly the feeling grew and grew, so intense that my whole body started quivering. It was so marvelous, he just touched me with the tip of his tongue. It was maddening, I wanted to grab my cock and jerk off fast, but he was so intense I had to keep this feeling. Slowly it grew so that I couldn't hold back anymore, let out a huge groan, and my body again went into spasms of orgasm.....I again was squirting out cum over and over, all over his tongue and the rest of his face.....and he kept softly licking my cock and didn't stop until I totally collapsed, exhausted. He got up, gathered his clothes, leaned over and kissed my cheek and said "now I don't miss last night. Thanks, see you tomorrow." and left my cubicle. I could barely move. All I could do was crawl under my sheet and go to sleep.
Wow, I am worn out with so much sex! If the reading of this was so arousing, I can't begin to imagine how intense it must have been to live it. What a hot chapter!
Magnificent story and to think, it is true!!!! My cock is about half hard right now, and it's all your fault Jbandersnatch LOL!!!! Ooooohhhhh to be young again. Very well written, realistic and very enjoyable.
