Paris Isn’t So Bad

We were both Black Americans but you couldn’t tell unless we spoke. I was from New Orleans but I had some Creole in my family tree, hence my muted African features, curly raven hair and olive complexion. Quite a few Arabs in Paris had mistaken me for one of their own. Teddy, on the other hand, was from Raleigh. He had very little slave-master in his genes, as evidenced by his strong African features and very dark complexion. One would have thought he was from the Motherland, and a few Senegalese guys had indeed made that error.

We were in a gay bar in Paris, my Teddy and I. We had decided to spend a week in the city of lights and love as part of our Eurotrip, to celebrate our second anniversary. London had been nice. Madrid had been wonderful, but we were sorely disappointed in the French capital. It was not the magical place it was all cracked up to be, and Parisians were rather rude, in my opinion.

At least the bar was nice. The music played in the background. There were no chairs at the small round tables, standing room only, save at the bar itself. I supposed they wanted guys buying drinks rather than sitting around chatting and not contributing to the coffers. That strategy seemed to be a failure, considering the buzz of multiple conversations overlaying the soft music.

Perhaps one of the better events on our Parisian stay had been the hot Swedish guy we’d hooked up with the night before. He was a tall lanky blonde but he’d been flexible and eager to be turned upside down and damned near inside out by two hot black studs. We had woken up with him snoozing between us, and we had fucked him again. The sound of flesh-on-flesh action had filled our hotel room, and he had let loose a screech when we sank him onto our cocks in DP.

The hotel clerk; a cute young Moroccan, who’d been on night duty, had smirked and nodded knowingly as we ushered our overnight guest onto the dawn-lit gray Paris streets. I had wondered aloud to Teddy, as we walked to a cafe for breakfast, whether whatshisname would be interested in some fun.

“His name is Youssef,” Teddy had corrected me.

He’d always been better at recalling names. I tended to remember dicks and asses much better, and had the ability to accurately name gay porn stars just by seeing pictures of their privates. I was a sex-obsessed fag in his thirties but that was why Teddy loved me, I supposed. Not that he was much better. We were an adventurous duo, both in and out of the bedroom.

“Hey,” Teddy said, bringing me out of my reverie of that morning’s events.

“Wassup?”

“Four o’ clock,” he said with a smile.

I knew what that meant. I turned and saw a cute guy. He nodded our way and we returned the gesture. Teddy beckoned him over. I licked my lips, and my cock stirred, swelling and stiffening, and I exchanged lascivious glances with Teddy.

The young guy was clearly French and native Parisian by his accent. He was not quite olive-skinned but not pale either. His eyes were brown and his hair was almost black. He was fit and athletic, though not as muscular as either Teddy or I. His name was Jean-Luc; so very French.

“How are you handsome gentlemen doing tonight?” he asked in English, once he discovered that we were American.

“Quite well thank you. And you?” I replied.

“Horny, of course,” he chimed with a wicked grin.

“That’s great. We’re always horny,” Teddy said, and groped that familiar big bulge in his jeans. Jean took notice and licked his lips.

“Go on. You can touch it,” Teddy invited. I’d never seen any man refuse, and Jean was no exception. His expression was almost euphoric as his eyes bulged. He groped my man’s cock with gusto, running his palm along the outline of that thick organ as it snaked down Teddy’s thigh.

“Putain!” he gasped, then a smile curled his lips as he looked at Teddy, who had his eyes closed, and a soft moan escaped his lips.

“And you?” Jean asked. I stepped forward and he gripped the outline of my cock. I was not as hung as Teddy, seven inches to his nine, but Jean purred sweetly nonetheless.

“Two big black cocks for me tonight,” he sang. “And do you also take cock?”

“Depends,” I said, and gripped his bulge. Jean had a nice cock, a close match with mine. “We’ll see how it plays out but first, we’re going to fuck the hell out of you.”

“That’s just what I want,” he purred then kissed me. His lips were soft and that set my cock to throbbing in his palm. Teddy joined in and soon we were all sucking face together, the two of us exploring Jean’s hard toned body with our hands under his shirt and groping his firm round ass.

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” Teddy said.

Once again, Youssef gave us a knowing smirk as we walked Jean-Luc past his desk. We got a certain way up the stairs and the action started as we paused and I pulled Jean into a kiss. We swapped spit and Teddy came up behind him, grinding against his ass. I turned Jean around and he moaned as he sucked face with Teddy. His ass looked so amazing in jeans but I wanted them in the flesh.

I yanked them down, exposing his pale ass-cheeks. I groaned, my cock raging hard as I sank to my knees, parted those white cakes and got me a taste. His ass tasted fresh. I shoved my tongue deeper, and groped those firm buns. I grabbed his waist and pulled him back on my face, spearing him on my tongue.

“Ah, putain! Oui! Get your tongue deep in my ass!” he hissed, between kisses with Teddy. I sucked more voraciously, licking his entire crack then shoving my tongue back inside his hole.

“Beautiful fucking ass!” I growled, smacking his buns. “Come taste this, Teddy!”

“Already there,” Teddy said, taking my place and hungrily burying his dark face between Jean’s pale buns. I kissed Jean, sucking on his tongue while I freed my hard cock. I guided him down to it and he eagerly sucked.

“Fuck yes! Oh fuck!” I breathed, clinging to the rail as my legs trembled and my eyes rolled back. Jean really knew how to suck dick, and it was obvious he enjoyed my cock, slurping and slobbering as he was. He got my cock dripping wet then moved down to suck my balls.

“Oh shit! Fuck!”

“He’s good, huh?” Teddy asked.

“Damn right,” I sighed, then whipped my head around as we heard a door open. We pulled our pants up and headed to the room.

Safely inside, we stripped naked. Jean-Luc was even more handsome in the buff and I immediately latched onto his swollen pink nipples, suckling fiercely. We pushed him to his knees. Teddy was seated on the edge of the bed and he got to work between my man’s thighs, sucking his big black dick.

“Oh shit!” Teddy cooed, leaning back, eyes closed as his cock was worshiped. I resumed feasting on Jean’s ass, after I’d grabbed the lube from the dresser. I fingered some up his tight-gripping pink channel, then anointed my raging cock.

“Ooooooh fuck yes!” I breathed, easing inch-by-inch into his hole. It gripped tight, hot and silky soft; surrounding my cock in a moist fleshy sheath as I bottomed out, my pubes against his buns and my balls pressed up to his taint. I held him by the waist and started to fuck, focused on the visual of my brown cock slithering back and forth through his widening pink channel.

“His hole feels great,” I said, locking eyes with Teddy, who wore a lustful grin. “You gotta come fuck him.”

I pulled out after a few more strokes and let Teddy have his turn. I got my cock sucked again as I watched Teddy push inside. His expression was one of sheer joy, his mouth hanging open with eyebrows raised in strong arches as he bottomed out.

“Holy fuck!” he barked, shuddering. He bit his bottom lip and started fucking, slowly in and out. “Ohmygawd! Ohmygawd, your hole. . .fuck!”

“I told you,” I chuckled, grasping the back of Jean’s head and guiding him to slob my knob even faster. Wet sucking filled my ears, along with the light tapping of flesh-on-flesh as Teddy slapped his pelvis to Jean’s firm white cakes. Jean grunted on my dick.

“Enjoying my boyfriend’s cock?”

“Mrmm hmm!” he groaned.

His vocal vibrations thrummed through my cock. I tightened my grip and Jean sucked me all the faster; sputtering, slobbering and choking each time my cock nudged into his throat. I groaned, my toes flexing as he brought me to the edge of orgasm. He backed off before I reached critical, smiling mischievously.

“You hot fuck,” I purred, and kissed him.

“I don’t wanna cum yet!” Teddy interrupted, popping his big hard cock free.

“Come on, Jean,” I said, scrambling backward to the middle of the bed. “Ride me!”

My cock jerked in anticipation. Jean lowered his cherry-pink chute over it, immobilizing it and, once again, surrounding my shaft in his fleshy anal goodness as his talented tunnel swallowed my cock to the root. Then, he started to ride.

“Oh yes! Fuck yes!” I purred, exploring Jean’s toned hard body; caressing his back and buns then pawing at his pecs and thumbing his nipples.

“Oui! Putain! Oui! So fucking good! Putain!”

He kept up a steady riding pace, making me moan in time with him. He knew what he was doing, timing the contraction of his anal ring to milk me from the base up, releasing just before he slipped his hot welcoming chute right back down around the base of my cock. I gripped the sheets. I was getting close.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jean!” I gasped.

“I know! You want to breed me?”

Fuck yes! That sent me over the edge and I bucked against the bed, slamming my hips up between his legs as I blew my load as far as I could up his ass, and he welcomed it; his asshole flexing in time with my cock’s pulsing, drawing the cum from my balls. He truly was a talented and skilled bottom. He rose off my cock, his asshole drooling cum.

“On your back,” Teddy commanded, positioning Jean and hooking his legs over his shoulders as he pushed inside.

“Fuck yeah! So full of cum!” Teddy cooed, grinding his big cock round inside the Frenchman’s squishy innards.

“Putain! Fuck me!” Jean begged.

Teddy did just that, and he was very good at it. I knew from firsthand experience. I could watch my man fuck all day. He started slow, sawing his cock back and forth, churning each time he dug in deep and making Jean squeal. They kissed, passionately, and my cock returned to full erection. Teddy picked up the pace, making the bed rock. I got behind him and slapped my hard dick between his beautiful dark globes. I lubed my cock again, then fingered some up his chute.

“Yeah! Fuck, baby! Slide that dick in me!” Ted growled even as he continued his slow steady shafting of Jean’s guts. I kissed my cockhead to Teddy’s hole and pushed inside. He opened right up for me, as he always did, and I was nestled balls-deep.

“Oh shit! There you go,” he breathed.

“Mmm hm! Fuck him, baby! Pound that ass!” I encouraged, then moaned as Teddy fucked Jean; slamming into that welcoming pink channel then slapping his ass back on my crotch, his black chute gobbling my dick.

“Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah!” I growled, lacing my fingers behind my head and spreading my legs for balance as I let Teddy fuck himself on my cock while he powered through a whimpering Jean; the Frenchman enjoying the impressive girth and length of Teddy’s dick. Teddy kept the hammering pace, quickly bringing himself to orgasm.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” he yelled. I grabbed him by the waist and pounded the hell out of him. Teddy loved getting fucked rough while he came. I drilled his hungry tunnel until he slumped forward, popping free of my dick.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck, that was good!” he chuckled as he lay flat on top of Jean, who caressed his back and head.

“Yes it was,” Jean agreed.

Teddy slid off the bed, sank to his knees, and gobbled my cock. He was a great top but just as hungry as a bottom, and he knew how to use his mouth. Jean joined me, kissing me until Teddy got to work on his cock. I watched as Teddy swallowed all six inches of white dick. He went back and forth, humming happily as he switched from one cock to the other, leaving both me and Jean gasping, our cocks raging hard and in desperate need of release.

“I want you both to fuck me,” Teddy announced.

I was on my back, a huge grin on my face as Teddy straddled my lap and aimed my cock to his hole. He slid down on it, moaning sweetly. He smiled and kissed me, then grunted as Jean entered him from behind; his fat cock slithering inside, belly-to-belly with mine.

“Oh shit!” Teddy growled, pinned between us in DP. I held onto his waist, encouragingly, while Jean held him by the shoulders and began a slow shafting of Teddy’s hungry ass.

“Putain! Ah putain! Your ass feels so good!” Jean grunted.

I closed my eyes and savored the sensations: Teddy’s familiar silky hot chute and Jean’s slippery cockhead nudging against mine. Over and over in a steady fucking that built up pleasure. I arched my back, digging my fingers into Teddy’s thighs as I joined Jean. We developed an easy pistoning rhythm as I pushed in and he pulled back, and vice versa. We went faster. Teddy growled. I reached up and pinched his nipples then let Jean take over pawing at my man’s beefy chest and thumbing his swollen ebony tits.

“Oh fuck! Ohhh fuck! Yes! Fuck! Fuck, you’re gonna make me nut!” Teddy whimpered.

“Shoot that load, baby! Cum on me!” I demanded. Jean and I fucked faster, by instinct both of us understanding how to get Teddy off.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Auuuughh!”

Teddy was cumming, huge ropes of cum splattering over my face and chest. Then, Jean came, grunting and shuddering, and his warm spunk surrounding my cock. We paused, all three of us huffing and panting. Jean slowly pulled out. Teddy rested his ass fully on my lap and I started fucking again.

“Ooh shit, baby! Yes!” Teddy hissed. “Fuck me!”

I pumped up into him harder and faster. I clapped his ass, holding onto his waist. I closed my eyes and grit my teeth, growling as my orgasm hit.

“Auuugh! Shit!” I yelled.

“Yes, baby! Fuck!” Teddy cried, gyrating on my dick, milking the cum from my shaft. He continued riding me until I was spent. Satisfied that he’d worn me out, he leaned down and kissed me.

“Fuck! You guys are hot!” Jean chuckled.

“Thanks! Enjoyed the show?” Teddy asked with a grin.

We all got showered and Jean-Luc headed back home. It was the wee morning hours when Teddy and I finally settled into bed, cuddled up together. As I drifted off the sleep, I thought that maybe, just maybe, Parisians weren’t so bad after all.