French Suit

I didn’t know it but I guess Speedos are a universal language. We’re at some resort on the Mediterranean which is cool, but I don’t speak French, and there’s no guys my own age. The beach is beautiful though, and at least I can go swimming as much as I want. But basically, zero action. Until day three. I get up early and go down to the beach which is completely deserted, and I’m standing there trying to decide if it’s going to be too cold when this guy shows up next to me. He’s fucking gorgeous, big, solid, a lot like my coach back in Wisconsin. The coach whose jockstraps I’m really missing. The guy says something to me. His voice is deep, I have no idea what the heck he’s saying. I smile and shrug and kind of raise my eyebrows. Then he says, “American?”

Idiotically, I say, “Si.” I follow up with, “No, oui.”

“American.” He laughs at my pathetic linguistic abilities.

I’m staring at his chest, which I can see because he’s only wearing a Speedo, with a towel over his shoulder. I want to stare at his Speedo and check out the big bulge, but I’m facing the ocean, we’re both facing the ocean. Actually, the sea. The Mediterranean. But it’s like an ocean. He’s got nice big nipples, the kind I really like to chew on, and he’s hairy in just the right way. I look at his face, he looks like he’s thinking. Finally he says, “You swim?”

I wrap my arms across my chest and act out shivering and say, “Cold?”

In response he shakes his head and says what sounds like, “Pah! You swim with me!” Without a backward glance he marches down the beach toward the water. His back looks amazing, v-shaped with all these muscles, and his thighs and the ass packed into the speedos magnetize me; I follow him like a zombie. I would follow this guy anywhere. He drops the towel, looks back at me one time and then runs toward the water. He dives through the shallow waves and swims forward underwater until he comes up further out, shaking his head. He looks at me then beckons with an arm and shouts, “Come!”

Having no choice I drop my towel next to his and run forward into the water. Aughhh! It’s as cold as I feared but now I’m committed and I plow on until I have to dive forward. It’s cold enough that I shoot up out of the water as if I’m trying to get out of it. I can hear him laughing behind me. I turn, treading water and see his laughing face. “Dauphin,” he says.

“What?”

“Dauphin. Delfin.” He makes an arcing gesture with his hand.

“Oh! Dolphin.”

He says, “Delfin.”

We tread water laughing at each other, and his face is big and close to mine. He says something else I don’t understand, it’s half statement half question. Then his arms reach for me in the water. I feel his hands on my rib cage, kind of gripping my waist for a second, then passing over the front of my board shorts, gripping my cock, briefly squeezing it, and then he says something else which I still don’t understand, and he laughs again. Then I realize he’s saying in English, “Nice, ver nice.”

I reach for him, it’s hard to really feel him while treading water but his chest is huge and I feel his pecs and touch his shoulder and his stomach. Then I feel his hand guiding mine lower and he brings it to the bulge in his Speedo. He’s swimming too, so we’re both moving around but I get a good feel for a moment. Even though the water is pretty chilly, touching his cock, even through the Speedo, makes me start to bone up. He lets go of my hand for a minute and then grabs it again. I gasp when I realize he has pulled down his speedo so his cock is free. Suddenly I have it wrapped in my fist, well, as much as I can hold, it’s definitely bigger than my hand. He nods proudly and laughs as if to say, “go on!” but then he dives.

I feel him touch my feet and then his hands run up my calves and up my thighs and a little bit inside my board shorts but mostly on the outside. Then his face, I think, is running up my spine and then his chest hits my back and he’s behind me in the water and he’s got his arms around me, and for a minute, for a moment, before we start sinking he’s hugging me. Then he’s in front of me. He raises his eyebrows and says authoritatively, “Uutel.”

He swims for shore and I follow. He doesn’t dry himself but grabs his towel and heads directly for the beach shower. He turns once to see if I am following him and when he sees that I am he turns forward again. He’s fast with the shower; it’s no warmer than the ocean. But I finally get a good look at all of him. He has strong legs, a big torso and arms. He looks like he works out and he’s a big, fully grown man. I like that. I like that a lot. I’m toweling off when he says, “something-something lo shaad.” Again, without really seeing if I’m following him or not he takes off. I almost have to jog to keep up. I don’t know what’s going on but I’m not letting this guy out of my sight!

I follow him through the resort, along the little paths to one of the cottages. He reaches behind a plant and pulls out the room key, turns and looks at me, and says something in French. I’m pretty sure it means do you want to come in, or are you coming. I nod and stumble forward.

He gestures for me to follow him, still without really slowing down, leading the way into the bathroom, where he turns the shower on hot and jumps in. He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me into the shower. “Lo shaad” he says, with a grin. After the ocean and the beach shower the water feels so different, hot, lighter, sweeter. I’m totally conscious of his size, our size difference, he’s so much bigger. He’s got soap and he’s lathering up, and then his hands are on me, sliding over my shoulders and down my back. I’m pressed up against him and I can feel his wet fur, and the mass of his muscled gut, and his Speedo, bulging again. My face goes up to his and he kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I also feel him struggling to untie my board shorts, which fall down once he eases them over my fat butt.

I can feel his cock now, he’s pulled his Speedo down so his cock is out and his balls. It’s a big hard man’s cock. I think he’s not circumsized, but the skin’s pulled back from over the head. He’s really soaping my crack now and his big fingers are playing with my tight pink pucker. Our bodies are pressed right up against each other and the hot water and the heat from the steam and him all feel so good. I kiss his pecs and the little valley between them and then I start to kiss downwards. I’m trying to get to his cock when he turns the water off.

He gives me the big towel and uses the smaller one himself. He rubs my back briskly, and he dries himself carefully. His big cock is not hard, but it’s not soft either, it’s full, and it kind of bounces around. I want to grab it but I’m still drying myself and it seems like he takes being thoroughly dry real seriously. When I guess he thinks he’s dry enough he works on me a little more. Then he gives me a nod, seeming to say, “okay, good enough,” hangs up the towels, gives me a little slap on the butt, and pulls me into the bedroom.

He stands at the foot of the bed, and I step up to face him. Now he’s got his hands all over me, on my shoulders and the outside of my arms and my lats and just running his hands all over me. It feels really good, not like a massage, but almost like I’m an alien and he’s finding out for the first time what I am and how we’re they different. I instinctively fill my chest out and pose a little, suddenly grateful for all those grueling lacrosse workouts. His cock is harder, and I reach for it. I want to get that big helmet head in my mouth and see if I can get it down my throat. He’s cupping my balls and he’s got a couple fingers sliding back and forth on my taint, rubbing it and suddenly my butt hole twitches. It doesn’t do that very often but now I really want his fingers to reach further and get back there. But I also want to go down on my knees and get his cock in my mouth. He pulls me to him and kisses me. We’re still for a moment, nothing moving except our tongues as they find each other.

He says, “Kock, you like my kock.”

I nod. He grins, “Boy like my kock.” Then he corrects himself, “Boys like my kock.”

“I bet they do,” I reply cheerfully, with a chuckle.

He doesn’t understand me but it doesn’t matter. He pushes me onto the bed and suddenly we have our mouths on each other’s cocks. He completely engulfs me, taking my sturdy five-incher right to the root. I struggle a bit more with him, but I’m doing pretty well. When I take him deep he grunts approvingly. He pulls off my cock and for a sec I can’t tell what he’s doing but I think he’s licked his fingers, I’m sure he has because I can feel the spit as he starts to probe my boy hole. Oh yeah! This is what the doctor ordered!

His fingers are big but he’s not too rough, and he’s got my cock back in his mouth, and he’s managed to reach for a tube of something that he starts using to prime me. He’s got one finger in up past the knuckle and as he pumps it in and out I instinctively spread my thighs wider, and I can feel them shake a little bit with excitement. With anticipation. Even though his mouth feels great on my cock it’s his finger, wait! now maybe two fingers! that are inside me that make me feel like a mass of butterflies. Suddenly I remember Coach with his big hairy arms and blunt fingers digging down the back of my shorts, playing with my jockstrap and running down the center of my sweaty crack after practice. Ohhhhhh! for a second I can see the big bent fuckstick in Coach’s piss-stained jock but I’m jerked back to the present by a third lubed finger pressing in. I’m still sucking on his big cock but he’s now concentrating on getting me ready. I have no objections.

“You like to ride mens,” he says. “You like to ride my kock.”

“Sure,” I say, “Yes, I do.”

Then he surprises me. He says, “Tell me.”

“I don’t speak French. No parle…”

He says, “Non, non français, Eenglish.” He says, “Talk, talk.”

“Really? Most people want me to shut up.”

He doesn’t understand this and shrugs, but rolls his hand, gesturing for me to talk.

“Um, you’re really hot,” I say, looking at him directly.

His eyes look at mine flicking side to side, it’s clear he sort of understands but not really.

“I like your cock,” I continue, “your cock’s great. It’s nice and big, not too huge but it’s great. I like the big head. I want it inside me. I think it’s going to feel amazing. Sliding up inside me.”

I look at him again, we’ve shifted position, he’s lying on his back and I’m facing him straddling his thighs. His cock is just in front of mine and I wrap my hand around it and I slowly stroke it. “Yeah, yeah, you like that? You like me playing with your big cock? You’re going to like it even more when I sit on it.”

He lets his head roll a little bit to one side, looking at me still. His mouth is open a tiny bit and I can see his eyes working as he listens to me.

“Lube,” I say, pointing toward the bedside table. He hands me the tube and I start lubing his cock as I continue talking. “You have a great body. I love your big muscles. Especially right here…” I reach his lats and the side of his pecs with my free hand. “You work out, it really shows. I guess I thought that was just an American thing, you know, we spend so much time at the gym, but I guess you do, too.”

By now I’ve got his cock really lubed. I gesture for him to hold it by the base, and I get up on my feet still straddling him. I’m squatting with my ass right over his cock and I look a question at him. “Go on?” He nods eagerly. I lower my ass on to the head of his cock. It’s just touching me, enough to hold everything where it needs to be for the big moment, LOL. He rolls his hand, making makes the talk gesture again.

“I guess by now you figured out I’m not a virgin,” I say. “My coach took care of that last year. He’s a lot like you but he’s bigger and hairier. You have a better stomach though, better abs, he has more of a beer muscle gut. He sure can fuck though. And he likes to talk.”

I stop, because I want to concentrate on the moment here. He’s looking at me with this expression that says, “Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna do it? Come on, do it! Do it!” With just a little bounce I push down and will my pucker to expand and open enough to take the big helmet head. With only one tiny gritting of teeth I manage it. Damn! He’s big, but damn, it feels great!

Our eyes are locked on each other, his saying, “Yeah, you got this,” and mine saying, “Oooooooo!” LOL. He nods approvingly as I start to take more of him, lowering my really tightly stretched pucker and taking him deeper and deeper up my jockhole. The whole time I can feel how big and hard he is, harder than a dildo, and every once in a while he flexes his cock. He makes the talk gesture again.

“Talk?” I ask. He nods, eagerly.

“Okay. This feels great. I can feel your big fat hard cock sliding up inside me. I hope it feels good for you. You look like you’re enjoying it. Your cock tells me you’re enjoying it. I always know Coach enjoys it. He talks a lot. I guess I said that. Okay, ready for me to ride?”

Now that I’m pretty much impaled, I start to bounce up and down, rising up enough to be able to slide back down further. When I start doing this he nods approvingly. He’s got his hands on my hips now, not yet moving me, but moving with me.

I start to babble. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! That’s really good. You’re really fuckin’ big, you know that? Ohhh, okay, now you’re hitting the spot, oh, yeah!”

He laughs, for the first time, and begins to thrust upwards with his hips. Oooohhhhh. “Coach says a lot of things. ‘Love me some jockhole.’ He’s always saying, ‘love me some jockhole. You’ve got such a sweet jockhole. Oh yeah, open up for me, lemme in that tight little pucker. Oh, yeah, open up that sweet little hole for me, son!’” I’m now bouncing up and down on his cock, taking it all the way, rising up until it’s almost out, and then suctioning back down. I can feel the head rub my boyspot. This is great. He’s thrusting, too. Uhh, uhh, uhhh!

I check out his face; he’s happy and approving, his mouth’s open and his eyes look bigger. I can’t tell how close he is, though. I say, “Are you ready?” I ask again, “Ready?” He sits up and takes me in his arms, so I’m sitting on his cock and he’s holding me. This is nice, the full on contact, but he can’t thrust with me sitting on his cock. Which is waaaay deep inside me. He kisses me, and still kissing me, rolls or scrambles forward, so I’m on my back and he’s between my legs. His cock comes out, so he pulls me more into position, more securely on the bed, LOL, and then he gets right back in.

He’s got my ankles back by my ears and I can feel the weight of him on me as his cock goes deep, deep, deep. Now he’s fucking me, really fucking me. I can feel the exit and the re-entry and each time knocks the breath out of me. He’s breathing harder too. I can feel getting closer, and closer, and I cry out, ahhhh, ahhh, and he nods and grunts and jackhammers away, picking up speed, and then with a roar he comes, and I’m right there with him.

Gotta love a hot guy in a Speedo. It’s a universal language!

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