The night I ‘came’ of age, literally!

I decided to surprise my friend Michael by visiting him unannounced in Marseille. He was there for the summer working in a hotel to gain some experience and learn the language before going to University. I had his address but that was about all I knew about his whereabouts. I travelled overnight by train and arrived in the town early in the morning. Making my way to the address I had for Mike. I searched for what seemed like hours but could not find the apartment block he supposedly lived in. I was starting to get frustrated and my body language must have given away my anxiety. I heard a voice from behind me, a voice with a very strong French accent. “Can I help you, you look lost?” I turned to see a good looking guy about 10 years older than me. I was just twenty and I guessed he must have been around thirty years old. “Thank you” I said, “I’m looking for this address” and I handed the piece of paper to him. “Are you sure it is around here, because I have lived here most of my life and I have never heard of it”. That was not the news I wanted to hear and I guess he saw that in my reaction. “Come and have a coffee, you look tired and you are clearly upset”.

The nice guy, who I found out was called Jean took me to a nearby café and bought me a strong black coffee. We chatted for a while and I explained that I had come to visit my friend but that I had not told him I was coming. This was long before the days of mobile phones, email etc and I had no means of contacting Mike. Jean eventually said, “well look, it’s still early in the day, why don’t you leave your rucksack at my place around the corner and spend the day looking for your friend?” It was a kind offer and I accepted, he seemed trustworthy and I didn’t have much option, I didn’t want to carry my heavy bag around all day. We finished our coffee and I followed him round the block to a small shop. “This is my business”, he said and my apartment is above the shop. Jean unlocked the door to the shop and we walked through to the back. There was a tiny lift that we managed to squeeze into and up one floor. “This is very kind of you,” I said. “Not at all”, he replied. “I know what it is like to be alone in a foreign country, I am always happy to help a stranger in need”.

I put my bag down in the small but stylish living room and headed to the door. As we got into the small lift once more Jean placed one hand on my shoulder and looked straight into my eyes. “Don’t worry, I am sure you will find your friend and once you have done so, just come back here and collect your bag, no problem”. His touch and words were comforting and I felt better. I noticed for the first time that Jean was very well dressed and quite handsome with a fresh complexion and smiling eyes.

To cut a long story short I spent all day looking for my friend’s address but to no avail. I asked lots of people but I just got perplexed looks. At about 6 o’clock I gave up my search and managed to find my way back to the shop. Jean was just locking up. “Any luck” he said brightly. “No” I replied. “I’m afraid not”. “What are you going to do now then?” Jean asked. “I guess I will just have to head back to England” I said. “I’ve just come to collect my ruck sack”. Jean looked at me quizzically, “What you are heading back now?” he said and I nodded. Jean looked at me again and this time I noticed his striking brown eyes. It was clear that he was thinking. Eventually he said, “Look, it’s late now and you travelled overnight last night too, why don’t you stay here tonight and go back in the morning?” “Thank you, but I don’t want to put you to any more trouble” I said, “I will be fine”. “Well it’s up to you but it’s no trouble, I only have one bedroom but the couch is comfortable and you are welcome to crash on that”. Jean could see me hesitating as I thought about his offer. I was tired and it was tempting. I could always look for Mike again in the morning and head home in the afternoon. Eventually I said, “OK, if you are sure it’s no trouble”. “Of course not, I wouldn’t have offered if I hadn’t meant it.” he said reassuringly.

Jean locked the shop door and we went through to the back once more and into the tiny lift. Jean just looked at me and smiled as the lift made its short journey. “How about I fix us something to eat and you freshen up with a shower?” said Jean, “you have been walking the streets all day”. “No I really”... I started to say but Jean was insistent. He showed me to the bathroom and before I knew it I was alone in a strange guy’s bathroom wondering what on earth I was doing there. Sure he seemed a decent guy but it was a strange situation. I stripped off and got into the shower. It did feel good to be under the warm water and I started to lather my body. It was only then that it occurred to me that Jean might be gay and have an ulterior motive. I had never had an experience with a guy before but rather than being horrified at the prospect, I found myself feeling excited or at least intrigued. So much so that I got aroused and sprung an unexpected erection. It was all very confusing.

“You OK in there?” Jean’s voice shook me from my thoughts, “Dinner will be ready in about five minutes”. “OK”, I shouted back. I quickly finished my shower and dried myself but was still sporting a large hard on which wouldn’t subside. Finally I managed to coax it down and I put on a pair of shorts and a clean T shirt. I went back into the living room to be hit by a wonderful aroma of food. I realized that I hadn’t eaten all day. Jean came in and placed two large plates of pasta down before heading back into the kitchen to collect a bottle of wine. “I really don’t know what to say to thank you, this is so kind of you”, I said. “Don’t mention it,” he said again “It’s nice to have some company”.

The meal was delicious and Jean was very easy to talk to. His English was excellent and we chatted about lots of things. I found out that he was single and in between relationships. He didn’t elaborate and I didn’t probe too much either. After we finished eating and talking Jean must have noticed that I was looking tired. He stood up, took the dirty dishes away and came back with some bedding. “I hope you will be comfortable on the couch, I’ve never slept on it before”. “It will be perfect” I replied. Jean smiled at me again, looked at me and placed his hand on my shoulder once more. This time it sent a shiver down my spine, which he noticed. “Are you OK? “ he said to which I just nodded. “You don’t have to be scared of anything you know”. “I know,” I said. “It’s just that I am in a strange country and I feel that I am taking liberties by staying with someone I don’t even know”. Jean then put his other hand on my shoulder and looked at me intensely. “Like I said, there is nothing to worry about”. He then surprised me by pulling me towards him and giving me a manly hug. It felt good and I made no attempt to pull away. We stayed like that for a few seconds just holding each other.

We eventually parted and once more Jean smiled at me and said somewhat ambiguously, “I’ll be just next door if you need another hug”. My mind was racing as I watched him turn and walk into the bedroom. I turned off the light and climbed onto the couch. As I lay there I thought about our embrace and his words. It had felt surprisingly good to be in his arms and I started to get aroused once more. Did he really want me to ask for another hug? The longer I lay there the more turned on I became. I started to imagine what it would feel like to sleep with this man. I had never felt like this before but I was sure that the offer was genuine. The question was, dare I do anything about it?

After what seemed like an eternity of uncertainty I decided it was now or never. I gingerly got up and tip toed to the door of his bedroom. My heart was racing as I stood next to the door and contemplated my next move. I don’t know how but finally I plucked up the courage and quietly knocked on the door. There was no answer, perhaps he was asleep, perhaps I had miss-read the signals. I was petrified and was about to walk back to the couch when there was a faint reply, “Yes, come in”. My hands were trembling and my heart was pounding as I turned the handle and pushed open the door. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the dim light but I could just make out the shape of Jean’s body in bed. “Is everything OK?” he asked reassuringly. “Yes”, I said meekly, “it’s just that I am feeling lonely and wondered if I could have another hug?’ “Of course, what kept you? I’ve been lying here hoping you would”. Jean lifted up the sheet invitingly and I could see he was only wearing a pair of tight white briefs. “Come over here and get in next to me”.

I still had my shorts and T shirt on and I didn’t know whether Jean could see my erection. I slowly walked across the room and slid into bed next to Jean. He immediately reached out and placed his arm around me. “There’s no need to be nervous” he said gently, “I guess this is your first time?” I just nodded. He moved closer to me and I felt his warm body touch me as he pulled me to him for our hug. It felt amazing and I responded by putting my arms around him too. As we lay there cuddling I slowly started to relax although my heart was still racing. “I was hoping this would happen” he said, “I like you, you’re a nice and good looking guy. Have you ever kissed a another man?” “No,” I said honestly. “Well it’s about time you did then”. Jean put his cheek against mine and lightly kissed it. He slowly kissed around my face until his lips touched mine. I thought I was going to burst with excitement and I responded by kissing him back. His lips felt warm, soft and very sensual. He was a good kisser and before long I had surrendered my entire mouth to him and his tongue probed around it. I could feel my hard cock aching in my pants.

We were lying side by side and his hands started to explore under my shirt. His touch was so sensual and when his fingers brushed over my sensitive nipples I shuddered with delight. He managed to move my shirt up over my torso and we stopped kissing long enough to remove it. The feeling of his bare chest touching mine was amazing and I showed my appreciation by increasing the intensity of my kissing. By now we were making little moaning noises and rubbing our bodies together. I felt Jean’s hand slide down between our bodies and onto my thigh which heightened my excitement; the caressing and stroking was turning me on like nothing before. Jean started to gently stroke my inner thigh slowly moving upwards until it ran over my shorts and came into contact with my hard cock. I moaned even louder and reveled in his touch. “Mmmmm, it feels like you have a big hard dick there my new friend,” “Oh yes” was all I could say. Jean rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me. The weight of his body on mine felt wonderful and I could feel his hot hard prick rubbing against mine through his shorts. Our kissing was frenetic now as our passion moved up through the gears. Jean was in control and being totally inexperienced in these matters, I was happy to let him take over. His lips broke away from my lips and he kissed my chin before pushing my head back and starting on my neck. This has always been a very sensitive part of my body and I started to writhe and moan in mounting excitement. Jean needed no encouragement and he was on all fours now above me kissing my neck and rubbing my cock through my shorts. His fingers touching my balls. I was reaching up caressing his body moving my hands up and down his back. I had never considered myself gay before but I was certainly responding positively to Jean’s expert approach. This guy knew how to make someone feel good.

He kissed down my neck onto my chest and was soon sucking one of my nipples; which he already knew would drive me crazy with lust. This just felt like heaven to me and I arched my back as if to thrust the wet bud deeper into his mouth. “Oh fuck that feels good.” I moaned. “Excellent” came the muffled reply, “just relax and enjoy it”. Jean was taking his time paying equal attention to both nipples with a mixture of fingers and mouth alternately sucking and tweaking them. After a while it was clear his priorities were changing and I felt little kisses moving further and further down my body. I knew instinctively where he was heading and I was bursting with anticipation. When his mouth reached the waistband of my shorts he slid his hands underneath me and lifted my bottom off the bed. Between us we managed to pull my shorts down and slide them down my legs and eventually off my feet. I was totally naked now and at the mercy of my hot French lover. He spread my legs apart and lay in between them with his face literally inches away from my straining and throbbing cock. I looked down and he was simply staring adoringly at it. I signaled my need by making my cock pulse and bob up and down. Jean looked up and me and let out a little laugh. “It’s ok, I know what you want!” With that and while still staring into my eyes he licked hard all the way from the base of my cock to the tip. He smiled, “you like that?” “Oh fuck yes” I moaned, “suck me please!” I sounded desperate, which is exactly what I was.

But instead of sucking my cock he moved further down the bed and started to lick my balls. This felt incredible and I sensed a little drop of pre-cum ooze out of the end of my cock. Jean was an expert and he would lift my balls with his hands before licking underneath them tracing a line from my scrotum to my ass. He lifted my knees off the bed and levered me up so he could get to my hole. Well I had never been rimmed before and it sent me into ecstasy. As his tongue probed my virgin hole, Jean took hold of my cock and gripped it tightly occasionally slowly moving his fist up and down my shaft. More pre cum glided out and I could see the end of my cock shine in the darkness.

Jean rubbed the end of my wet cock with his thumb and my body jolted in pleasure. Pleased with his work he started sucking my balls again before returning to lick up and down my shaft. He then took my hard cock in one hand, pulled down the foreskin and squeezed it hard to release another drop of clear liquid. I then watched mesmerized as he opened his mouth wide and enveloped my cock head in his warm wet mouth. He sucked it hard and used his tongue expertly to lick under the rim of my knob. He started to slowly and expertly bob his head up and down on my cock sinking more and more of the shaft into his mouth and down his throat. I was still pretty inexperienced sexually and I had certainly never been sucked like this before, it was unbelievably good. I reached down and placed my hands on his head rubbing my fingers through his hair. He looked up again and our eyes met briefly before he closed them and went back to work sucking up and down my cock.

Jean was so skillful and I was so excited that it wasn’t long before I could feel an orgasm building. By now almost all of my cock was buried deep in his throat. I became conscious of my very audible moans and groans and that I was involuntarily
thrusting my hips in time with Jean’s head bobbing, making sure that he swallowed my entire length. Boy, this guy was good! He could sense I was close too and stopped bobbing up and down. He just held my cock in his mouth; which was both exquisite and frustrating, I really needed to come! After a while Jean lifted his head off my cock and crawled back up my body kissing my stomach and chest as he did so. “Sorry, I know you were close to coming but as this is your first time, I think you should try and hold on a bit longer. Believe me it will be all the better when you finally shoot”. I just lay there panting, on the edge of orgasm, but somehow managing to hold it back.

Making sure there was no contact with my cock Jean started to kiss me again; it felt delicious, I had never been so turned on. “Do you want to suck me?” he said after a while. Although I had never even touched another guy’s cock I was intrigued to know what it was like and I just heard myself say, “Yes please, of course”.Jean smiled, gave me another kiss and rolled onto his back, “Help yourself, buddy”. I looked down his body and saw the large bulge still contained within his pants. It was clear that he was seriously hard too. At what I assumed to be the tip, a little wet patch was obvious. I leant across him and started to suck a nipple, returning his compliment from before. As I did so, I reached down and caressed his hard cock through the material. Jean moaned appreciatively. We were both going to enjoy this! I couldn’t wait any longer and I quickly kissed my way down his body until my lips felt the waistband of his pants. I climbed between his legs and buried my face in his crotch. The aroma was intoxicating and very erotic. I began to suck his cock through the material and paused at the wet patch to savour the taste.

I sucked the material around the tip of his cock and it was clear from the movement of his hips that Jean was enjoying it. After a while he lifted his hips off the bed, which I took as an invitation to remove his briefs. Sliding my fingers underneath the elastic I lifted the waistband over his engorged cockhead and slid the pants down slowly. Oh My God, this was so hot! More and more of his amazing hard cock emerged; it was beautiful. Soon the pants were all of the way off and I had a vision of aroused manhood beneath me. I took a little while just to look, stare and admire Jean’s cock. It was perfect; about 7.5 inches I would say, of medium thickness and absolutely rock hard. I loved the way the ridge ran up the middle intersected up its length by standout veins. At the top the foreskin was half covering a succulent looking shiny cockhead. The sight of his engorged manhood and the manly aroma was such a turn on. As I looked in wonderment and lust, Jean encouraged me to do more by making his cock pulse and twitch invitingly, as I had done a few minutes earlier. “It’s ok, I know what you want”, I joked. I was hooked and knew that this would lead to a lifetime of cock worship. I looked up into his eyes, we smiled and he just nodded ever so slightly, signaling me to proceed.

Whilst still looking deep into his eyes I lowered my head slightly, stuck out my tongue and gently ran it up the length of his cock – fucking delicious! The flesh was warm and yielding. When I got to the part where the tip joins the shaft I gently circled my tongue, which made Jean moan loudly. I then slid my tongue down the shaft again applying more pressure this time. I also went further down, so far down in fact that I was licking the sack containing his balls. The contrast between the smooth tight skin on the shaft of his cock and the loose folds of the ball sack was really noticeable and prompted me to cup both balls in my hand and to play with them gently. I rolled each one in turn carefully between my finger and thumb before taking one in my mouth and sucking on it. It felt strangely exciting to have another man’s balls in my mouth as I swirled it around using my tongue. I could clearly feel the round testicle in my mouth and the tubes that connected it to his cock. I repeated the action with the other one too before eventually greedily filling my mouth with both of them at the same time. It was a tight squeeze. I was so turned on by the thought that these delicate organs in my mouth were full of semen, a liquid that I knew I would be rewarded with, if I did a good job.

The main object of my desire however needed attention and so reluctantly I let the wet balls go and resumed my cock licking. I knew I needed to feel it in my mouth too and when my head reached the end of Jean’s cock I couldn’t resist opening my mouth and taking the big hard cockhead into my mouth. What a sensation; it was so big that it nearly filled my mouth and I was again amazed at the difference in texture. The skin felt so soft, almost silky in texture; I absolutely loved it. Although I hadn’t noticed it when I put it in my mouth, there must have been a small flow of precum. I was suddenly aware of a small amount of a delicious liquid in my mouth that I knew wasn’t my saliva. I relished the taste as my tongue lovingly caressed the swollen cockhead and coated it in a mixture of precum and spit. It was really wet now and my mouth couldn’t contain all the juices as little traces escaped out of the side of my mouth and slid slowly down Jean’s wonderful cock making it slippery. I continued to suck on the tip and let the juices flow down the shaft until they collected on Jean’s ball sack. I knew this because I was still lovingly caressing them in my hand and I could feel the wetness.

The feeling of Jean’s cockhead in my mouth was sensational and so intimate. I enveloped the top of his shaft, just below his cockhead and closed my mouth firmly around it. I copied Jean’s technique and started to bob up and down on his cock sucking in more and more each time. I sucked hard so create as much friction on his cock as possible. The lower I got the more I could feel the tip of his cock banging into the back of my throat. Up until this point Jean had been content to lie back, enjoy the sensations and let me indulge myself in my first cock-sucking experience. It was apparent however that his own excitement was getting to fever pitch. I knew this because the volume of his moans had noticeably increased and the movement of his hips also increased significantly. It was at this point that he took hold of my head and ran his fingers through my hair. I heard him say “You are a natural cock sucker my friend”. If I could have smiled I would have but my mouth was full of hot hard cock. He slowly started to fuck my face. It was almost imperceptible at first but I suddenly realized that he was moving my head up and down on his cock. More and more of his shaft would penetrate my mouth and was gradually been forced down my throat. Not that I minded, far from it; I wanted all of it. It slid down easier than I thought, aided of course by its wetness and my willingness.

The feeling of Jean’s hot cock sliding down my throat felt so good and I focused on giving this man the best blow job I could. In my enthusiasm and with the help of his hands applying pressure, the entire shaft penetrated me. At one point I gagged as the swollen cockhead made contact with my tonsils. “Are you OK?” he said sounding concerned. I lifted my head off his cock momentarily and noticed many strings of saliva linking my mouth to Jean’s dick. “Yes”, I said, “I’m just a bit inexperienced”. With that I wrapped my mouth around it again and sucked for a while on the head. Once I felt confident enough I started sinking down on it again and this time I managed to suppress my gag reflex. After a while the whole cock was buried in my throat and I felt his pubic hair tickle my nose. The musky man smell was intoxicating. I lowered my head further and it was apparent that it could go no deeper; it was fully inside me. I kept it there for a while before slowly sucking back up the shaft. Jean once again took hold of my head and together we started the rhythm again; Jean lifting his hips in time to me lowering my head.

I could have sucked this wonderful cock all night but Jean was getting close. I knew that because of the speed of his thrusts and the volume of his moans, “Oh fuck, mmmm that feels sooo gooood”, he would say “oooohhhh, aaarrgh. With each thrust his hips would come up of the bed. I stopped caressing his balls and reached round and took hold of his tight arse cheeks. By doing this I could really ram his cock down my throat in time with his thrusting. I carried on sucking; indeed I tried to suck harder. I just loved giving this man pleasure. Finally I heard Jean say urgently, “If you don’t stop right now I’m going to come”. I had no intention of stopping. I had never thought of taking a man’s spunk in my mouth before but now I knew I wanted it badly. I was so turned on and my own cock was at least as rigid. I sucked harder and moaned myself “mmmmmm”, I hoped it said to Jean, “I don’t care, just give it to me”. He was clearly past the point of no return now anyway and it was all I could do to keep his cock in my mouth as his hips bucked up and down.

And then it happened all at once. I heard him almost screaming “Oh my God, Oh Fuck, Fuck FUCKKKKKKK”. One more thrust of his hips and then I felt the shaft of his cock swell in my mouth followed almost instantly by my mouth filling up with the hot, creamy liquid. I managed to hold his cock in my mouth as Jean’s hips bucked again accompanied by more loud expletives. Then the second spurt shot into my mouth, which was already full of cum and cock. I couldn’t contain it and some of the thick white fluid escaped and ran down the shaft of his cock. I decided I had better swallow the rest which I did, just in time to receive the third spurt. All the time Jean had my head clasped in his hands and he was frantically fucking my face. If anything the third string of cum was even bigger than the other two but I managed to contain it in my mouth before eagerly swallowing. By now I was learning quickly and knew that with every thrust and spasm of the cock I was to receive more cum. I instinctively swallowed in time with each ejaculation.

After about the fifth shot the volume of cum reduced and I stopped swallowing so I could savour the feeling and taste. I used my tongue to smear the cum across Jean’s by now increasingly sensitive cockhead. After a few more thrusts the movement of Jean’s hips slowed and shortened and his moan was much lower in volume. “Ooooohhh, aaarrgggghh, fuckkkkkk”. I was pleased with my work. I could feel the cock slowly reducing in size and hardness but I didn’t want to let it go. I kept sucking and moving the shaft in and out, down my throat extracting as much cum as I could. The shaft felt more pliable now as I sucked it hard. My mouth was full with a delicious mix of softening cock, spunk and saliva. Jean finally let go of my head and his body was now completely relaxed, although I was pleased that his cock was still, at least semi-erect. I cleaned it all and swallowed what I had in my mouth. Eventually I released it from my mouth and slowly licked down it to his pubes, where the bit of cum I hadn’t contained nestled. I lapped it up like a hungry pussy, which is what I supposed I was! Once I was satisfied that I hadn’t missed a drop I raised my head to look at Jean. His eyes were closed and there was a look of real spent pleasure on his handsome face. I squeezed his arse one more time before removing my hands and gently stroking his spent cock; I watched a small smile appear on his handsome face. He ruffled my hair again, half opened his eyes and said. ‘Thank you, that was absolutely amazing”. I couldn’t contain my satisfaction and as I grinned I replied, “Believe me, the pleasure was all mine”.

I placed soft kisses from the bottom to the top of the wonderful cock, the object that had just given us both such pleasure. I was still rock hard myself and I realized that in my hunger to please Jean and swallow his cum I had almost forgotten about my own needs. I was still really turned on and as I thought about the residual semen I could still feel and taste in my mouth I just got harder and harder. I carried on kissing Jean’s body slowly upwards this time only stopping briefly to gently bite both nipples. When I got to his face I kissed him full on the lips. “I can’t believe how good that felt” I told him and I honestly meant it. A few hours ago I could never have imagined this happening. Jean clasped my head in his hands stared into my eyes and said, “I can never remember a more intense orgasm, I can’t begin to tell you how good that felt. Not everyone likes it when someone comes in their mouth, but you obviously do”.

I smiled again and we started to kiss. I rolled off Jean and we lay side by side our warm bodies touching from top to bottom. Jean’s hands caressed my body and it felt so tender, natural and wonderful. Despite my still raging hard on I would have been happy to stay like that but Jean was a caring lover and he knew that I had not come yet. I felt his hands roaming closer and closer to my cock as he slowly teased me. All the while we stayed kissing but I could feel myself breathing more heavily and I was starting to make little groaning noises through the kissing. Eventually Jean caressed my balls and gently played with them. The sensation was overpowering and my groans turned into little whimpers. It wasn’t long before his hand turned its attention to my hard cock. He took it in his hand and squeezed it around the base of my cock. He stopped kissing me for a second, “you like that?” “Oh yes, it feels fantastic,” I replied. He started kissing me again but this time more passionately and started to wank my cock up and down.

In a matter of seconds I knew I was going to come. He knew it too and rubbed me harder and faster. We were still kissing intensely when I felt the first wave of orgasmic pleasure. It rose from within my balls a feeling so intense I could not stop myself from crying out loud into Jean’s mouth “oohhhh fuuucccckkk”. The first shot of cum was massive and a long, thick string of spunk landed on my hairy chest. Jean expertly milked my cock and squeezed it as the second shot went even further. This time the stream of cum hit us both in the face and ran all the way down my body. My whole being was convulsing and I was in ecstasy. I was staring closely and intensely into Jean’s eyes that were only a few centimetres away from my own. He stared back and continued to masturbate my cock expertly. I unloaded several more large spurts of hot cum all over my body before slowly coming down from the huge orgasmic high. Jean continued to grip my cock and to pump and squeeze it slowly; it felt delicious. He stopped kissing me long enough to smile at me and lick the cum off my chin. “Mmmmm, quite delicious” he said before kissing me again. I could taste my cum on his tongue and it was without doubt the most loving and erotic thing anyone has ever done to me. I felt a surge of emotion like nothing I had felt before.

I was conscious that my breathing was returning to normal and I just felt totally comfortable and relaxed. We stopped kissing but carried on holding each other. I could feel the cum on my chest and Jean holding my cock but these were the only sensations as my brain slowly switched into sleep mode. I drifted off with a sense of euphoria; my last thought was how lucky I was to have met this man and I wondered where this new adventure would lead. The last thing I heard was “goodnight, sleep well”. I knew I would. “You too” I managed to reply.

I had no idea what time it was but it must have been sometime in the middle of the night because it was still dark outside. The only light in the room was being created by the streetlights outside coming through small cracks in the curtains. I must have turned over sometime in my sleep because I was now lying flat on my front. For a second I wondered where I was but then it came back to me, the lovely meal, the heart-pounding knock on the door and my first amazing gay sexual experience. It was then that I realized what had woken me up. I felt a soft kiss on my shoulder blade, followed by another and another. I smiled to myself and just lay there motionless. The kissing continued, gentle and tender. Jean’s lips moved slowly across my shoulders in an amourous dance. I felt one of his legs swing across mine; it was warm and firm. I made no attempt to stop this sensitive approach and I didn’t know whether he thought I was awake or asleep. When Jean’s mouth got to my spine he lifted his body up and lay right squarely on top of me. I still showed no outward response.

I was surprised by the weight of his body but it felt nice and reassuring. The warmth on touch of his bare skin against mine felt wonderful and I noticed a tingle in my balls and the tell tale feel of blood flowing to my cock; he was going to make me hard, in fact he already was. I turned my head to the side and said “hello” in a quizzical sleepy way. “Hi”, he said, “do you mind”? “Not at all” I replied, “it feels nice”. Jean continued to lie on top of me with his head about level with my shoulder blades. He moved up slightly to kiss the back of my neck. As he did so I felt the top of his hot cock on my buttocks. It was clear that he was fully aroused. I shivered with delight as he licked and kissed the sensitive skin on my neck. Jean then slowly started to kiss each joint on my spine, starting at the top and slowly moving downwards; it was very erotic. I had to lift my hips slightly whilst bearing all his weight to let my straining cock move into an erect and upright position because it had become trapped at an awkward angle; fine when soft but quite uncomfortable as it grew hard.

The kisses kept on getting further and further down my back, slowly but surely. Jean’s hands had now moved onto my shoulders where they caressed and massaged me. In my mind I was willing Jean to keep going, to kiss further and further down. I could feel my now rock hard cock being sandwiched between me and the bed.

It soon became clear that he had no intention of stopping and eventually I felt his kisses reach my tail bone at the top of my arse crack. Jean then expertly spread my legs, lay between them and moved his arms from my shoulders and placed them under my thighs. Like this he could raise my hips slightly so my bottom was a few inches off the bed pointing upwards. I felt a little vulnerable exposed like that by now but I was completely under his spell and had succumbed to his magic touch. We lay like that for a while and although I couldn’t see him, I could feel his breath on my arse cheeks and knew that he was admiring my firm young buns. His hands were suddenly on my bottom and gently opening up my crack. I felt his lips on my tail bone again as he kissed me once more. He slowly kissed down and down towards my hole. The excitement and anticipation was overwhelming and I was sure that my cock was leaking all over the sheets. When the moment came and his lips caressed my hole I involuntarily let out a little moan. I couldn’t help myself; the sensation of soft wet lips on my ring was amazing. I was surprised that he didn’t linger but he kept kissing further down the ridge between my arse and balls. I loved that feeling too as the thousands of nerve endings buzzed with excitement. The kissing stopped and it became licking and it was heading back up again in the direction of my arsehole.

The tip of Jean’s tongue came into contact with my hole and once again I let out a moan, this time a little louder. The licking continued and his expert tongue teased and prodded my puckered opening. I involuntarily relaxed my muscles and his tongue probed in a little way. “Mmmmm, good boy,” was all I heard. I was surrendering my hole to his expert mouth and tongue. His hands moved round to my hips and pulled me onto his mouth. As he did this I felt his tongue enter a little deeper as he rimmed and tongue fucked me. Judging by the wet slurping noises, he was using his saliva to loosen my virgin hole. I felt myself gently pushing my hips back in time with his probing. From time to time he would squeeze my hips harder and bury his face in my arse. His tongue would slide right inside me as far as it would go and he would waggle it about; I was in heaven. I think he was too.

I wanted it to last forever but slowly I felt Jean start to kiss back up my spine, from the base, up my lower back, between my shoulders and eventually up to my neck. His weight felt good once more as he pressed me down into the bed. When he got to my neck I felt his hard cock again pressed between my buttocks. As he kissed my neck I turned my head as far as I could and kissed him on the cheek. He stopped kissing my neck and our lips met. I opened my mouth and our tongues joined together. As we kissed passionately he started to slide his body up and down. I relaxed my arse cheeks and his cock wedged between them. As he slid up and down so did his cock, this time right up the crack of my arse. Jean took hold of my hands and we inter-linked fingers. I was now taking all of his weight. I was conscious of the shaft of his cock rubbing on my hole and as his sliding became more pronounced I started to feel the tip of his cock touch my hole too. We continued to kiss and he continued to slide. Occasionally the tip of his cock would get lodged at the entrance to my hole before springing free. Finally he must have changed the angle of his hips and I felt the end of his cock engage with my hole and this time rather than it springing free I relaxed, moved my hips too and I felt the cockhead stay right at the entrance to my hole. We stayed like that for a few seconds and we both groaned through the kiss. Jean took this as a ‘green light’ and very slowly and gently Jean his hips pushed forward and I made no attempt to resist. I felt no pain only exquisite pleasure as his hard cock head pushed through my outer ring muscle. As it entered I let out a small involuntary cry. Actually it was more of a whimper. Jean stopped kissing me and said “Are you OK, I don’t want to hurt you?” “It’s fine” I replied, it doesn’t hurt in fact it feels good, it’s just that it’s my first time.” “I’ll be gentle” he said reassuringly, “the first time needs to be treated respectfully but I must say you have the most sensational tight hole, you make me so fucking horny”. The words, together with the sexy accent was too much for me and I wanted him inside me right there and then. I kissed him again and gently pushed my hips back to take in more of his cock and indicate to him that it was OK to continue.

Deeper and deeper his cock slid in until it could go no further. I felt the rest of Jean’s body on top of me as his cock was buried in my arse up to the base of the shaft. He stayed there motionless allowing me to relax and become accustomed to having a cock so deep inside of me. It felt so good and I tried to squeeze the shaft with my sphincter muscle. He stopped kissing me again for a second and asked, “How does that feel?”, “Fucking amazing” I blurted out and to make sure he understood how good it felt I kissed him softly and said, “Fuck me, please fuck me”.We both moaned again as he slowly withdrew his cock as far as the head which I made sure couldn’t escape by contracting my muscles. His hips thrust forward again and once more his cock filled me. Jean started to fuck me but slowly at first. The friction of his cock going in and out of my arse was delicious and I slowly responded by moving my hips back and forth in rhythm. As I did so I became aware of the increased friction on my own cock as it was rubbed between my body and the sheet. The pace of thrusts slowly increased and every now and again I would feel an incredible sensation as his cock massaged my prostrate. After a while Jean let go of my hands and supported his weight on his hands. By doing so he could get increased purchase on the bed and bang into me with more force and speed. After a while, I could feel and hear his balls slapping against the back of my thighs.

We were both so excited, my first fucking was never going to last long. After only a few minutes I could hear Jean start to moan and groan much louder and more frantically. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh, oh, Jesus Christ”, and some other words that were obviously French expletives. “I’m going to cum, oh fuck I’m going to cum, oh my fucking God I’m cummingggggg, FUUUCCCKKKK”. He was really pounding my arse now and pumping me hard and deep. I felt one particularly hard thrust and at the point that it was deep inside I felt a spasm and I knew he was indeed cumming. I responded by pushing back as hard as I could grinding my arse against his hips and his cock squirted powerfully up into my guts. “Fucking hell, oooohhh aargghh” he screamed as a big load of spunk rose from his balls and shot out of the end of his cock. The thrill of his orgasm set me off and I could feel myself pass the point of no return. Jean’s back was arched now, his head thrust backwards and his eyes closed as he sank his cock into me again and let fly another volley of hot cum. Somewhere between his second and third spurts I started to cum too, hands free. We became a writhing mass of flesh, bucking and crying out as Jean unloaded deep inside me and I spewed cum onto the bed. My hips were slamming back in time with Jean’s ejaculating thrusts and cum shot from my cock each time we slammed together. It was a very intense orgasm for both of us and coming together was a real bonus. My arse muscles contracted as I came which squeezed Jean’s shaft as he himself came. He continued to thrust his emptying cock into me and as I turned my head to look at him he had a look of total bliss on his face which made me feel great; I wanted it to be as special for him as it was for me. As his orgasm slowly subsided the pace of his pounding reduced and he was just gently moving his cock up and down inside my arse relishing the sensitive feel as it slid in the warm wetness. I managed to reach down and take hold of my own cock and jerk it once or twice to squeeze out the last few squirts.

Eventually Jean collapsed on top of me still moaning and groaning and once more I felt his full weight on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding and his breathing was still very audible and fast. My own cum was squished between me and the sheets and I could feel a large sticky wet patch. His cock was still inside me but didn’t feel quite so hard. We lay like that for some time and Jean occasionally kissed my neck and whispered sweet nothings in my ear, “fuck that was wonderful”, I heard him say. Eventually he lifted himself off me and I felt his cock finally slide out of me followed by a trickle of cum that ran down my balls and onto the bed between my legs. Jean rolled over and lay on his back next to me with a look of total satisfaction on his face. I looked down and saw his still fat but soft cock lying sideways, the end was exposed and it glistened in the dim light. It was only then that I noticed a small bedside clock and the neon light said 04.17. “I can’t believe you have woken me up in the middle of the night to fuck my brains out, you horny bastard.” I said. Jean just laughed, closed his eyes and I knew that was it until morning. I remained lying on my front in the wet, savouring the new sensations I was feeling in my arse, it felt wet and loose; it tingled rather than hurt. I too drifted off again into a deep and satisfied sleep.