North Meets South

Jean-Paul was raised in a French-Canadian family where the French language was placed on a pedestal. His parents sent him to a catholic boarding school for his high school, some 500 miles away in the nation’s capital, Ottawa. The only boy in a family of four kids, Jean-Paul was glad to evolve in a male environment and participate in sports like volleyball and hockey. Other players called him JP.

At bed time, the resident boys had to undress modestly in front of their locker, hiding in their bathrobe. JP could not resist glancing a look at his colleague Robin who always liked to show off his penis. One night, JP followed Robin in the shower room, each entering in a booth side by side. The prefect of discipline ensured that doors were closed, but JP was tall enough to see over the separating wall and to admire the athletic Robin under the water jet.

November 1st was All Saints Day and the boarding school residents could go home for a day or two. Since JP lived too far away, Robin invited him for the holiday. When they were ready to go to sleep, JP noticed that he would have to share the bed with Robin who remarked:

- No need to wear a pajama, the blanket will keep you warm.
- You know, I have never slept just in underwear, I’m a little chilly
- Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up as best as I can. By the way, I sleep naked.
- I saw you completely naked in the shower.
- Yes, I know and I think you liked it, hey?
- Uh ..., yes, maybe.

On this timid admission of interest, Robin slapped JP’s butt and cuddled against him. It did not take long for JP to notice that robin’s penis was different. JP never used words like cock, dick or rod, preferring the French word “bizoune” that had an exotic note, not to say erotic.

- Can I touch it?
- Yes, but you have to remove your slip.

Contrary to Robin, JP was circumcised and that led to a meticulous examination on both sides. Manipulating the other guy’s cock obviously triggered an erection. Robin then started to jerk his friend’s dick.

- Isn’t this a sin… a mortal sin?
- No way, since we’re not hurting anyone.
- You’re right, Robin, it feels so good.
- Put more energy, JP!

In less than two minutes, the two boys exploded with pleasure. Robin had to put his hand on JP’s mouth to prevent him from voicing too loudly his joy and thus alerting the parents downstairs. Thanks to this experience, JP sensed that he was more attracted to boys than girls. Once at the university, he constantly cruised a classmate nerd, succeeding once or twice in engaging in mutual masturbation behind a campus building. A fellow philosophy student taught him to go further and to experience fellatio. Sucking was succulent, being sucked was divine!

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The year he graduated, JP was chosen to represent young French-Canadians at the International Francophone Youth Summit, held for the first time in Yamoussokro, the capital of Ivory Coast. On top of workshops, round tables and conferences on how to promote the preservation of French, the Summit offered a few optional excursion tours. JP chose a guide visit of sugar cane plantation in Zuenoula. The guide was a 34-year old man, the most handsome Black guy JP had ever seen.

Slender, short frizzy hair, luscious lips, muscled biceps, round buttocks, Marcel was endowed with all the attributes to seduce JP who had not been without noticing the discreet winks thrown at him by the guide. Since there was free time after the tour, JP approached Marcel:

- Hi, I really liked your presentation.
- Thank you, I can show you more if you want.
- Like what, for example?
- Follow me in the warehouse.

Once the door closed and locked, Marcel delicately caressed JP’s face and put a kiss on his mouth. The intoxication was instantaneous! For both, it was the first interracial encounter. In no time, they were both completely naked and JP was amazed to see how Marcel was well-endowed. His erect bizoune was eight centimeters long. WOW! A magnificent pink acorn emerged from a splendid black tail and stimulated JP so eager to suck it dry.

Marcel had chosen the warehouse because there was a sleeping bag in the corner for the night shift security guard. He directed JP to the thin mattress in order to make his dream come true: Black and White harmony in a 69 swing. JP was often told that he had a big mouth, now was the time to validate this comment. Marcel, on the other hand, had the opportunity to do wonders with his luscious lips and even indulge in his partner’s full lunch, tail and balls!

Both were now moaning with pleasure, a prelude to a volcanic eruption. JP did not know that Ivorian nectar could be so creamy and Marcel did not know that Canadian cum could be so succulent.

That day, JP knew that he would return to the Ivory Coast, the cornucopia.