Nathan

It’s was pretty cool between Carlos and Nathan after the email. Carlos was busy with work and entertaining clients and Nathey wanted to save his pennies for the weekend. He’d still got some euros from his last holiday, so he could add those to the extra money he was getting on Friday in his lunch hour.

The end of the week came and Nathen was ready for his trip to Paris. To say he was excited was an understatement. He was so nervous in work, it took him all his strength not to cry, and Nathan cried at the drop of a hat.

He asked his boss if he could leave work early in case there were any delays on the tube, after all he’d be travelling during peak time and he wasn’t the only one going away for a weekend city break.

Heathrow Airport was packed. He was nervous as he’d never travelled alone by plane before. There were so many signs, escalators, lifts, everything. His mind was in a spin but he kept calm and followed all the right signs. Passport, did he bring his passport? he checked again, yes, it was in his bag. Oh God, tickets, where were his tickets? the boarding card was on his phone. Great! Now all was good in Nathey land.

He breezed through passport control and onto the plane. As he entered the cabin, Nathan caught the eye of an older male cabin crew member who's eyes lit up when he saw him. “Can I check your seat number Sir?” Nathan started to giggle, no one had ever called him Sir before. “Are you travelling alone Sir? If you need anything, just ask for Ryan, and I’ll see you to you personally”. Nathan started to blush and tried to get his bag into the overhead locker, but struggled as he was so embarrassed. Ryan spoke again, “Let me help you with that Sir" The steward positioned himself behind Nathan and pushed himself against the boy’s pert bottom. Nathan felt something hard push against him as the man put his bag into the locker. Nathan tried to get away, but was trapped between the seat and Ryan, who continued to grind his erection against Nathe’s tight arse. Nathan was mortified, he felt every single person in the cabin was staring at them, all knowing the man wanted to fuck him stupid. The steward, moved back and Nathan sat down, now level with this sizable bulge in Ryan’s tight-fitting trousers. He looked down at Nathe and stared directly in his eyes and said “if there’s anything you need to drink, I’ll see to you personally” and as he did so he pushed his hips forward so his cock was nearly touching Nathans lips. He then winked, and walked off.

Nathan shut his eyes; his heart was pumping as he couldn’t believe what had happened. He just wanted to get through journey and be in his man’s arms. The flight was just over an hour and soon after take-off, drinks were served. Ryan came up and asked what Nathe wanted to drink, he asked for water, the man raised his eye brows and asked if he wanted something a little stronger and as he did so he licked his lips. This guy was very good looking, but not a patch on his man, his aftershave was cheap and Nathan knew he was just after another conquest. Perks of the job I suppose.

They landed and Nathe was about to walk off the plane and Ryan called him back, pushed a piece of paper into Nathans hand and mouthed call me. There was no way he was EVER, going to call this man. What a fucking creep!

As he walked into arrivals there was Carlos, in a black tight fitting T shirt, Levi’s and a pair of white Converse. He looked amazing and it was then, that Nathe knew he was the luckiest boy on the planet.

On the journey to the hotel, Nathan’s eyes were alight with all the sights, sounds and hustle and bustle of Paris. He just stared out of the cab window, gob smacked and Carlos had just stared at him. They pulled up at the Hotel Shangri-la. One of the poshest boutique hotels in Paris. There was a direct view to the Eifel Tower from the balcony of Carlos’s room, it was stunning, Nathe just stared out of the window in awe. Carlos came up behind him and kissed his neck softly. “How’s my baby boy?” Nathan turned and their lips met, they kissed tenderly. His heart was beating fast and he was exited. He was finally back in his mans arms, and he was in Paris for the first time in his life. “I’m fine, a little tired from the journey and some nasty steward tried to come onto me. It was horrible Carlos. He was vile, but I’m so excited I’m here with you”. When Nathe got off the airway, he threw Ryan’s number in the bin. “Don’t worry boy, no one’s gonna come onto you with me around”. Nathe felt so safe and secure in his man’s arms.

Carlos walked to the table and opened a bottle of Champagne that was chilling in an ice bucket. He poured two glasses, gave one to Nathan and said “Here’s to us Nathey"

He looked into the boys eyes. “God, I want you so much Nathe”. Carlos began to unbutton Nathans’s shirt; he buried his face into the lads neck inhaling his scent. Nathe felt his nipples stiffen and Carlos took advantage of the fact, wet his fingers and began to twist and pull them softly as he kissed his boy. Nathan gasped out, as the only other part of his body that was as sensitive, was his little sex.

Nathe reached down and felt the hardness in Carlos’s jeans. He fumbled with the buttons and put his hand inside. The man was rock hard, he massaged his cock with his fingers as they kissed and Carlos played with his nipples. “That’s it boy play with Daddy’s cock" Nathan slid down the man’s body onto his knees, he looked up at Carlos through his blonde fringe with so much love in his eyes and whispered, “ Can I Carlos?” Carlos had to contain his desires, he’d not cum since their night of cybersex and he wanted to make this last, “Baby boy, you don’t even have to ask"

Nathe released Carlos’s cock from it prison as it slapped him in the face. He started to lick up the shaft as Carlos looked down at his boy. “You mind if I sip my champagne Nathey, while you pleasure your man?” Nathe nodded. “Let me sit down baby boy, Daddy needs to relax after a long week. Take off your clothes Nathey". Carlos sat in the chair Nathe had seen the other night, that throne. The same chair that made the man look so powerful. Nathe kicked off his trainers and seductively took off his shirt and before he pulled down his jeans, he turned, so Carlos could see his back. He rolled his skinny jeans down his legs exposing that little bottom Carlos loved so much, he mumbled as he saw Nathen was wearing his gift. Not only was it the pink pineapple thong, but his bejewelled butt plug too. “You sure know how to turn your man on boy". There was Nathan, naked apart from his thong and Carlos fully clothed with just his cock out. 

Nathe got back on his knees and serviced his mans cock for a good half hour. His jaw was aching, just from trying to get his mouth over the bulbous crown, but he dutifully, licked, sucked, nibbled and slavered over his mans dick, digging his tongue deep inside Carlos’s foreskin and tasting his pre cum, as he got it ready for the next part of its journey.

Carlos stood up. “Go out to the balcony Nathey, let’s look at the sights”. Nathan leaned on the balcony railings and looked at the tower as Carlos got on his knees behind him. He felt his man pull his cheeks apart. He moved his thong aside and gently pulled out his butt plug, and proceeded to eat his boys sweet pussy. Nathan moaned out, he was naked on a balcony in Paris. If anyone looked up they could see the front of his thong and him starkers, but at this moment in time he didn’t care as he thought he was in heaven.