Sorry for the delay in posting this... things have been very, very hectic. Some big life changes, all for the better... but I do have a story to tell and need to get on with it.
As always, thanks for reading!
Chapter 23: The Rest of Europe
From the title of this chapter you'd think I'd had sex with the rest of Europe. But I didn't. Nope... sorry to disappoint.
I left Ben in Klagenfurt and headed to Germany on my own. I visited some friends in various cities and finally met up with my friend Brian in Frankfurt. He is one of my best friends (I mentioned him in back when Jeremy and I finished our trip across the country) and had spent his summer on an internship with a German trading firm. It sounded interminably dull to me, but he enjoyed it.
Anyway, we spent a couple of days in Frankfurt and then headed to Munich and Berlin. From there, we went to Amsterdam for a couple of days, meeting up with a mutual friend of ours who had been an exchange student in our high school. He was from northern Germany, but had never been to Amsterdam and decided to see it with us. Amsterdam was kind of blah, to be honest... Clearly I haven't talked about it too much, but I prefer touring and museums and castles in Europe, not the drugs, raves, or other crazy things.
Brian and Tomas (our German friend) smoked a few things - I didn't; I just wasn't interested. We did drink quite a bit, and I woke up with a hangover every day. After a few days, we went to Paris. We were going to meet with Brian's girlfriend, who had spent the summer there, and a friend of his from school.
We rode down on the TGV from Amsterdam to Paris, but Brian almost got kicked off the train when he couldn't find his Eurail pass. It wasn't until the conductor had him in the entryway of the train, ready to kick him off the train at the next station that he found it buried at the bottom of his backpack. But we got to Paris, met up with Brian's friend Matt, and checked into the hotel Brian's girlfriend Jen had found. It was REALLY nice and really cheap, which was a good thing since Paris isn't exactly the cheapest city I'd ever visited.
The first night we were in Paris we went to a bar in some area Jen was fairly familiar with and met some of the friends she had made. I don't remember where or what it was called, but we were having a good time and everyone we met was really cool. One guy in particular was really, really hot - I immediately had a huge crush on him. But, he wasn't gay so there wasn't anything that was going to happen there. Another guy, however, named Rene, was pretty cute and was hitting on me. We struck up a good conversation and before I knew it, two hours had passed and we were making out there at the table.
No one paid any attention to us - my friends certainly knew what to expect from me, and no one else seemed to care.
Instead of making it back to the hotel, however, I ended up going home with Rene. He lived in a very ramshackle little flat with who knows how many other people. It honestly reminded me of the communal flats I had seen in St Petersburg. Rene had his own room, but it was small - a single bed, a desk, a small wardrobe, and a tiny window up near the ceiling. On the desk were a small television and a big stack of books. The room looked like it had been a closet at one point, and due to cost of living had been turned into a room for rent.
And when I say "bed" I really mean "mattress." Rene didn't have a bed to speak of, just a mattress on the floor. It was clean, but cluttered, and all the blankets and sheets were kind of in disarray on the bed. It was kind of homey and kind of gross, but after my summer, it wasn't a surprise and was kind of fun.
I was only able to notice the look of the room because there was so little in it, because the moment we opened the door, Rene and I were ripping one another's clothes off. Rene was about my height, maybe an inch taller, and had light brown curly hair. It was unkempt but not messy, and not too long. It was pretty sexy in a way I usually don't find attractive, I guess. He also had some beautiful blue eyes and a whole lot of freckles.
He didn't have a great body - no definition of any muscles - but he was pretty skinny, with not one bit of fat on him. I wouldn't call him a twink, but some other people might.
Anyway, the moment I had my shirt off he was rubbing all over my chest, tracing what little outline I had left in between my muscles there. He undid my belt and pushed my jeans and my underwear down, and then stopped. He looked at my dick for a second and seemed to decide it was safe, and then wrapped his lips around it.
He sucked for awhile, coming off frequently to jack my stiff dick with his hand. I stepped out of my pants, but kept standing - he was naked on his knees, but seemed to be enjoying himself. I didn't want to stop him, as I was enjoying it, too.
After a little while of alternately jacking and sucking my cock, Rene just started to use his mouth, but kind of inconsistently. He was concentrating more on his own stiff dick (uncircumcised) than mine, which was okay... but I really wanted some more attention. So I put my hand down to my dick and stroked myself, using Rene's spit as a bit of lube.
It didn't take long until I was making some noises and was trying desperately to hold back. Rene noticed, though, and dropped his own dick to jack off mine. He spit on his hand and started pounding my cock, basically pushing my hand out of the way. I held on as long as I could, and Rene lined himself up in front of my dick as I erupted a string of cum at him. He opened up his mouth and most of it went right in, but some landed on his nose and some on his cheek, but after the second or third spurt his lips were back around my dick, sucking me dry.
He went back to stroking himself and was making some noises, and when he'd had his fill of drinking my sperm a few minutes later he rolled himself back onto his bed, stroking his dick furiously, precum flying out of his dick from his excitement. I got down on my knees, watching, not daring to interrupt as he was really into it. When he came, it was quite a bit. It didn't go but an inch up his body towards his navel, but it was a good size load. I let him calm down and then leaned in close and lapped his cum up off his body.
I held the very last bit of it in my mouth after licking it off of him, crawling up his body to his mouth, and kissing him, tongues dancing around one another, some of our cum mixing with the others. It was pretty hot, despite having just come I was still pretty horny.
But we calmed down and laid on his bed next to each other, not kissing, not cuddling, just lying there naked, Rene's arm under my head. We watched a movie, or part of a movie, in French before starting to drift off to sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the barest hint of sunlight coming in through that window towards the ceiling. Rene was sitting in the chair at his desk, reading a book, but still naked. He didn't notice me wake up, though, so I laid there quietly not wanting to disturb his study and to keep admiring his naked form. He reminded me a bit of a statue there in the low light, naked, intensely studying. He was actually rather beautiful at that moment, a bit like a Greek sculpture of a young man.
When he finally saw that I was awake he slipped out of the chair and back onto the bed. We made out for a little while and then jerked off together, cumming all over one another's bodies. It wasn't until that I wondered what time it was - and it was still very early, maybe 7AM. Rene and I left the room to go shower - the bathroom being down the hall and having a very, very tiny shower stall. We each cleaned up and Rene walked me to the Metro, giving me explicit instructions on how to get back to the hotel where Brian and Tomas were staying.
I found them and Brian's girlfriend Jen having breakfast about two doors down from the hotel, ready to go sightseeing. Well, Brian and Tomas were ready for that; Jen still had some class to attend and said she'd meet us later.
After spending the day seeing the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre, we met up with Jen and her friends, including Rene. I was glad to see him, though I wasn't going to be going home with him - the next morning I had an early flight. We had already talked about that, so it wasn't anything to worry about - we knew where we were coming from and we'd had some fun, but nothing more.
That night, after a really tasty dinner, we all went to the area in front of the Eiffel Tower to hang out and chill. Rene and I made out a little bit, but really nothing that interrupted conversation. We enjoyed a couple bottles of cheap but tasty wine and some music - one guy came by with a guitar, the other with an accordion. And promptly at whatever time it was, the lights went out. Seriously, Paris shut down at once.
We packed up, everyone bade everyone else farewell, I kissed Rene one last time, and we left for our hotel.
The next morning my flight was around 10AM, so I got up earlier than everyone else (Brian's flight wasn't for another four days or so - he and Jen were going to go to the coast together) and got ready. I woke up Brian and Tomas to say goodbye and then went to the airport.
My flight back was easy enough, and completely uneventful other than some major turbulence over NYC. What's up with that anyway?