Hi everyone, this is a true story that happened to me in April this year. I would have written more in French but I didn't want to have to translate everything I wrote. Hope you enjoy it anyway!
I had finally arrived. France! I shook my head slowly, then lightly slapped my face to wake me up. Even though I had slept most of the 7 hour flight from JFK, I was still absolutely exhausted.
I walked with the rest of my group of kids from my high school through the baggage hall of Charles De Gaulle airport, and was taking in the sights. Mostly the French men. Well constructed, well dressed, well groomed. All around hot. I was happy with the fact that I would no longer have to deal with the immature gauche boys of the United States. I could finally move on to a more sophisticated race of people: Europeans. At least for the next 11 days.
After claiming our bags, we walked to our tour bus and started our drive to the city of Orléans, where I would spend the next 5 days living with my exchange student Elliott.
I didn’t really know Elliott super well. We had only talked about three or four times on WhatsApp, but I didn’t really know what he looked like. The profiles we got of our students at school had a picture attached, but according to Elliott, they were taken in Freshman year. And he didn’t look too attractive. He was poorly shaven, had acne, and crazy hair. I really hoped he didn’t look like that now.
As we arrived in Orleans, we drove to their school, and all got off the bus to be transferred to our host families. I stood closely with my friends as we all had a minor freakout, hoping that our exchange families were nice.
“James?” I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around, and my mouth dropped open. It was Elliott, and he looked a million times hotter than he did on the profile. He was sort of tan, and about 5 foot 11, thin, with perfectly short cut brown hair. He was wearing tight brown jeans and a green shirt that showed off some muscle.
“Bonjour James! How are you?” he said. I was barely able to put myself back together before responding.
“I’m good how are you!?” I said.
“Good! Bienvenue à France! Do you want me to talk in French or English?” he asked.
“Français, sil vous plait. I’m pretty good at it,” I responded, in a perfect French accent.
“Okay,” he said, in French, “Let’s go home! We have dinner waiting,”
We walked to his car, and as we were walking I looked at his ass, which was big, and amazing.
The next two days were completely uneventful, other than the fact that I toured the city and also places around it. I also tried to tour as much of Elliott’s hot body as possible, glancing a quick look at his seemingly impressive bulge whenever possible, or his perfect round ass. His soulful green eyes were also something I liked to take note.
On the third day, Elliott and I had gotten pretty comfortable around each other. The day before we had gone to a party and were pretty exhausted. So instead, we decided to hang out at his house in the afternoon, then spend the rest of the day shopping in town for gifts for my parents.
Elliott had an indoor pool, so he and I were hanging out, swimming around and drinking beer. We were talking in French.
“How do you like life in France?” he asked me.
“It’s really nice here, a lot more interesting than America. Plus people here are much cuter,” I said, instantly regretting that I said that out loud.
“People? As in…?” I knew what he was doing. He was probing to see if I was gay or not.
“Guys. Sorry, I should have told you earlier, I just know that France is sort of a Catholic country, and…”
“No! It’s fine! And France isn’t incredibly religious anymore. Plus, I knew you were gay, or at least bisexual, because I saw you checking me out a lot.” Fuck. I’ve been busted.
“Oh! Sorry! You French guys are just so much more put together than Americans,” I said, trying not make it sound like I was hitting on him.
“Yes, well thanks, we try not to look like… well… Americans,” he said, laughing, “No offense”.
“None taken, I have accepted my country's poor fashion sense,” I responded.
He laughed. “If it means anything, I think American men are very attractive.” He looked me up and down, and smiled.
“Oh! Well, thank you!” I responded. I decided that was a sign.
“Um… I sort of have an awkward question,” I said.
“Okay, shoot,” he said, moving slowly closer to me.
“Are a lot of French guys uncircumcised? Or do not a lot of people do that anymore?” I asked, cautiously. My new goal was to somehow get him to show me his dick.
“Yes, most are uncircumcised, like me,” he said, smirking.
“Oh, okay. I’m circumcised. I don’t really know what an uncircumcised dick looks like!” I said, laughing.
“You don’t know? You’ve never seen it?”
“No, I never see it in porn either, probably because I’m not paying attention.”
I could see Elliott think for a second.
“Here, I’ll show you,” he said. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into the shallower end of the pool so that his crotch was just above water level. He then slowly pulled his trunks off, and out popped his semi-hard French cock. It was thick and long. The head of his dick was covered by foreskin, but only enough so that the tip was slightly exposed.
“Wooooow,” I said. I sounded like a kid looking at something alien.
Elliott grabbed my hand and placed it on his growing cock. He pulled my hand down his shaft, and the foreskin pushed back, revealing a huge circular head that was fat, and wider than the rest of his thick manhood.
“Woah, that’s cool. The tip is sensitive now because it’s exposed, right?” I asked, placing my hand on the head. He shuddered and moaned.
“Yes, very,” he said. He was completely hard now; it looked like he was 7 inches long. He reached over to me and grabbed my now very hard 6.5 inch dick, and started rubbing it through the fabric of my swim trunks. I moaned quietly. I continued to stroke him, and he did the same to me.
I decided it was time to move on to something more fun. A slowly bent down and submerged myself into the water. Elliott let go of my manhood and let me slip beneath the water line, as I slowly moved towards his dick. In one swift motion, I placed his entire head in my mouth, and carefully started to suck on it. He moaned loudly, and his noises echoed off the walls of his pool house. I slowly started to work the rest of the way down his shaft, taking in ass much of his French cock as possible.
“Putain! You’re really good at this!” he said. He grabbed the back of my head and slowly started moving me up and down. I was slurping loudly. He moaned louder and louder as I continued sucking him down into my warm mouth.
After several minutes he pulled me off his cock. Then without warning, lifted me up, took my swim trunks off in one swift motion, and then picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso as his lips touched mine. We immediately French kissing, of course. He lifted me out of the pool, and started walking slowly towards his room. We entered, and he set me down on my back onto his warm desk. He pushed his things dramatically onto the floor with a clatter. He held one of my legs up, and then used his other available hand to go into his drawer and retrieve a bottle of lube. He quickly applied some his cock, and then to my asshole. He positioned his fat cock head against my asshole, ready to press down.
“Ready for my cock?” he said in English.
“Oui!” I said, eagerly. I felt an immense pressure as he plunged his fat cock down into my asshole, slowly spreading it open to allow him inside. I groaned as it went it, breathing heavily so I could take it.
When he finally reached the bottom, I only stopped for a second to let me get used to its immense size, before starting to slowly humping into me. At first, he was gentle, and I moaned quietly with every entry. But then he got faster, and faster, and pulling more and more out every time until eventually, I was screaming out loud. The desk was slamming against the wall and things were falling off of it and onto the floor. It was so hot. Too hot.
Only 5 minutes in, I lost control and blew my load all over my stomach without even touching my cock once. Elliott paid no attention and kept viciously plowing me. He suddenly picked me up, and brought me up into the air, and fucked me midair, with me barely hanging on by his shoulders. He grunted loudly every time he pushed himself into me.
I could tell he was getting tired from holding me up, so he put me back down on the floor, then turned me around, bent me over, and slipped himself back inside. He placed his hands on my shoulders, then started slamming my ass into his pelvis. He moved me towards his bed so I could hold onto something as he forced me down onto his cock.
I could tell that he was getting close. He stood me back up, and continued to fuck me as he slowly eased himself down onto the floor, and allowed me to sit on his cock. I bounced up and down for a while before he then started jackrabbit fucking me. I screamed out in pure ecstasy again. All of a sudden, he bucked his hips, and screamed too, cumming inside me so hard I could feel it.
That sent me over the edge. I exploded again without touching, my white spray hitting Elliott in the face. He opened his mouth and tried to catch it inside. It felt like eternity before I was finally able to stop cumming, and I collapsed onto his cum covered chest in a heap.
“Holy. Fuck” I said in English.
“Oui,” he said, sighing.
We looked at each other and smiled. I still had three more days with him.