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This is a work of fiction and depicts fictional sexually explicit activity. If you are offended by this type of material, are underage, or if it is illegal for you to possess this type of material in any way where you are located, stop reading it now.
I am bisexual. I suppose the only thing that sets me apart from millions of other bisexual men could be the fact that I have only ever had sex with blonds.
-------------------------------- Every Blond 7-Vacations
As the weeks went on school got busier. I had a hard time catching up with my classwork after a bout with migraines. By the time we got to autumn break, I was in desperate need of a vacation.
My French parents were staying in Paris while Ax and I were going to his family's apartment in the Alps via train. We arrived in Chamonix, France just a few days before they shut down the cable car between seasons. As much as I don't like heights, the ride up to the peak was amazing. Ax was excited to show me the sights. We took a day trip over to Switzerland, took a boat ride on Lake Geneva and had a fun, relaxing, week and a half.
We shared the bed in Ax's parents' room. The apartment was normally only used during the ski season, so there wasn't really much in the kitchen and we ate out most of the time. There was no television, but we managed to keep ourselves well entertained.
We 69ed most nights. I liked it when Ax would fuck me too, especially when he was on top, but any position worked well for me. Ax's summer tan was rapidly fading away. After all the schoolwork, August seemed like ancient history by that time.
We took the opportunity to take many long leisurely baths together. His parents had an amazing spa bathtub in the master bathroom. We made out with the water jets massaging our bodies.
We shaved each others balls a few days into vacation. It was strangely satisfying to rub together with bald crotches. Sara enjoyed it too once we had returned to Paris.
Ax would lean down and stick his tongue in my ear while he was inside me, making me crack up laughing. I would always masturbate while he was screwing me, but he wanted me to save my cum for his mouth. When I couldn't stop myself, I would pinch the end of my dick to save it. When his mouth came near, and I released it, it shot right in.
Ax and I still meet up in Chamonix every couple of years with our families. We sometimes even manage a discrete tryst. My wife knows about us, but I don't think Ax ever told his wife about our activities. It's a shame really, because Ax's wife is very hot.
We rarely had the opportunity for a really long fuck back in Paris. We didn't want Ax's parents to know we were having sex. I suppose they must have had some idea about what we did. After all, Ax spent so many nights in my bed. So, mostly, we just contented ourselves with sucking and docking while at home with the occasional fuck when neither his parents nor the housekeeper were at home.
The last night in the Alps, while Ax was giving me a really good blow-job he jumped up, straddled me and took me in his ass while kissing me deeply. It was intense. His shaggy blond hair hung in my eyes and my right hand found his foreskin as he began a slow rhythmic pumping up and down on my dick. He shuddered when he came on me and then clung to me tightly as we rolled over. Ax's cum slid between us as I continued to thrust into him. When I came, I gasped "Oh, God, that was fucking awesome."
Axe burst out laughing.
Puzzled, I looked at him and Ax chuckled, "You just said that in English, that's all."
We returned to Paris recuperated. Despite the long dark slide into winter, we would manage to pack a lot into the weekends. I took a lot of weekend day trips with school friends and Ax could usually manage to go too. We would go to museums or take a train out to the countryside to visit castles or country markets.
We took a trip to Colmar, France for a weekend in early December to visit the Christmas market. There were six other people from school going with us, including Sara. We took a sleeper train so we would arrive early in the morning because, even with sharing rooms, not everyone wanted to pay for two nights in a hotel.
Sex on a train was fantastic. Groping each other while the sleeper train shifted and rolled was almost as good as having sex on a boat. Train bathrooms generally had a pretty bad smell though.
Even though we shared the same sleeper cabin with six other strangers, Ax got in my bunk with me, head to toes. The bunks were stacked four high on each side of a narrow walkway with a noisy door closing the cabin off from the car corridor. The sleeper train went really slow and stopped often to let people on or off. I distinctly remember he came in my mouth at the same moment a TGV or some other really fast train passed us, violently rocking our whole train car. He yelped.
I had the bottom bunk, Ax's was above me. We had accidentally awoken the person in the bunk across from mine, and they got up, pulled out their suitcase, and changed their clothes. He was a smallish-sized asian man and rubbed frequently up against the curtain over my bunk. His junk waved in our bunk when Ax pulled the curtain aside. The guy obviously wanted in on what we were doing. He thrust his hard cock into the curtain for a long time, but Ax and I just clutched each other and tried to remain silent while we shook in quiet amusement.
When we arrived, I was fascinated by the holiday atmosphere in Colmar. It seemed completely different from Paris. The houses and businesses were festooned with stuffed animals hanging around every window and elaborate decorations, ribbons and garlands stretching in layers across the narrow streets stories above. Plush Santa mannequins climbed in second story windows up and down the streets. And drinking hot spiced wine in the outdoor markets was a very welcome break from school's routine.
We had a very small hotel room that was heated far too warm. It was a cheap hotel, but clean and pleasant enough. The first look at the bathroom with the tiny shower was the biggest thing about the room (a big disappointment). Ax demonstrated, laughing, that by splaying out his arms and legs spread-eagled on the bed, he could touch three of the four room walls all at the same time (and almost the fourth). The bed was perfectly large enough for sex though.
To celebrate the holiday season, we had copious amounts of sex and skipped some of the activities that my other friends were doing. We started out 69ing. Ax had opened the small window so the room soon got cold. I turned around and straddled him so his spit-slicked cock rubbed against my anus and Ax teased me that way for a long time rubbing and rubbing.
"Come on Ax, get to it.". I encouraged him.
He used some lube and then pushed some inside me because, by that time, his hard dick had dried. By the time Ax entered, I was so ready. He felt harder than I could ever remember. I leaned back and rode him until the wind from the window had turned my arms to goose flesh and leaned down, kissed Ax, and shared our warmth as my dick slowly rubbed against his belly. When Ax came, he came massive. Ax pushed his elbows down on my legs and gripped his hands over the top of my bum to force me down as tight as possible, bucking, panting, grunting.
When I rolled off, Ax lay beside me panting. My legs were on fire with pins and needles because Ax had spent such a long time teasing me, and I had spent so long riding him, that they had fallen completely asleep below my knees. I still had a raging hard on though, and Ax took pity on me and started to deep throat me tickling the crease below my ball-sack to my anus. He had this way of digging his thumb and forefinger up into the loose skin of my ball sack until he could massage the root of my penis. It was so intense when I came that I'm not really sure exactly what I did, but it involved throwing the pillows around the room.
We showered and dressed so we could meet up with friends. When we exited the room, a brunette in her late twenties or maybe early thirties leaned out the door of the room next to ours and gave us a long, wide-eyed, stare.
When we met up with Sara a bit later I told her "We rested for a little bit."
"Everyone on that floor with an ear knows what you were doing," Sara whispered in response, "perhaps the floors above and below as well. The walls are thin."
"Oof-", I replied, inarticulately. "Should we worry?"
"Certainly not!" Sara said. "We're all friends and both Fred and I have already told them about you," Then Sara kissed me on the checks and whispered "besides, no one who thinks they have any reason to even ask should matter anyway."
We all went out for lunch amongst my sly-grinning-friends and commenced a great weekend in Colmar. I was propositioned over some hot mulled wine by Nico, one of my friends from school who was along for the weekend. He was nice and tried to be romantic about it, but I just wasn't ready for that. He had handsome, dark looks and a great smile though.
Sara spent Saturday night with me. Ax, Sara and I enjoyed each other (albeit much more quietly than Ax and I had been earlier) until we were to meet the others for a late supper. Sara wouldn't have the window open no matter how hot and stuffy the room got, so the three of us were sweat-slick, bodies glistening in the light, sliding over and into each other.
Sara lay on top of me while Ax fucked her from behind and I rubbed my slick cock on her clitoris and on Ax's dick. It drove Sara mad as she choked back moans, whimpering on my shoulder. Ax finished me off with his mouth after he came in Sara and Sara nibbled on my ear in just that perfect way she had while she sat on my belly, Ax's cum leaking out on me mixed with Sara's juices and our sweat made a musky, intoxicating mix.
Even though I thought it already seemed pretty late, Sara urged us to go with her to meet the others for dinner. The Christmas market was still in full swing, busier than ever in fact. The streets were packed with thousands of people drinking hot spiced wine laced with spirits in the cold air, buying crafts, decorations, presents, fresh baked goods, cheeses and sausages.
When we met up with the others, still nearly drenched in sweat Stephanie, the girl sharing a room with Sara, grinned at Sara knowingly, then glanced at Ax and I wantonly. Ax went back to Stephanie's room later that night. By the time we met up for hot chocolate and espresso in the morning I think we were all a bit raw from the great weekend.
I hadn't seen my family in months and missed everyone terribly. I missed them more than I had imagined possible. My French family was great, but between struggling with schoolwork and occasional culture-shock at school or on the street, I was getting exhausted. I was really happy when my grandparents invited Ax and his parents to Florida for Christmas break.
Ax's dad got really into it and would quiz me over supper every night for English lessons. We wound up flying to Miami where my grandparents picked us up and slowly drove us over to the Gulf side. My parents were driving down from home in the north to meet us at my grandparents house in Naples. My siblings, cousins, aunts, and uncles were all due to arrive for the holiday at various points in time.
There were some awkward moments when Ax's mom took off her top at the beach, but no one got too upset about it. Just some stares from strangers as she shrugged and put her top back on.
It was pretty difficult to get much alone-time with a house full of relatives, so we improvised and went to the beach after dark. My cousin Mitch was able to join in a few times but was only there for a few days. Ax was also deeply smitten by my older cousin Sue. Sue wasn't interested in any group activity, but she had fun leading Ax around like a puppy for the week she was there. I think he did manage to get into her panties, and it wouldn't have surprised me a bit. She was certainly hot enough to be worth the effort, but she wasn't interested in me in the least.
My family wanted to see all of the photos I had taken in France. I must have had a dozen or more rolls of film from the past six months. My mom took them out to be developed. My grandmother was pretty scandalized when she saw the photos in Cap d'Agde and especially one of our group photos, all of us sitting around in our birthday suits at a cafe. My brothers, dad, uncles and grandfather had a good laugh over it though. True to form, Ax's dad related the story about my sun-burned-ass to everyone with Ax's help.
My grandfather even joked about putting one of the shots of me up on the refrigerator. My grandmother intervened, but years later my wife would get a kick out of those old photos. My dad had sprung one of them on my wife almost five year later, before we were really even dating. It was when I had a bunch of friends over for my 21st birthday party. All my friends had a really good time and I didn't hear the end of it for years.
Dad let me drive my French family up to Orlando to visit Disney and we had a great vacation with everyone. Ax and I would frequently be called upon to clarify something in English or French, but everyone managed to communicate wonderfully and everyone keeps in touch to this day.
Even that far south the nights would get cold on the beach with the steady wind. One night, Ax and my cousin Mitch were sitting in one of the tall wide lifeguard chairs that dotted the dark beach. I alternated sucking one, then the other until they each came while leaning back in the tall white chair. Some people passed by, walking along the surf, but we felt reasonably safe so far back from the water.
Another night before Mitch left we docked their foreskins together. I participated by rubbing their foreskins back and forth together, joined at the skins until they both came. Being circumcised, I felt kind of left out, but I did get sloppy seconds with each as a bit of a consolation prize before I came into Ax's foreskin, lying in the sand by the dunes.
We returned to Paris after the winter break. Ax with his renewed tan, me with lobster-red feet from my latest bout with the sun. January passed by quietly with Ax, Fred, Sara and I in our routines. My French had improved to the point that school was really a breeze. I was thinking in French.
February commenced a series of terrorist bombings all over Paris. They blew up a store near my school, the department store where Fred and I had once had sex in a changing room, a post office, a bank, a metro station, and there had even been a failed attempt to blow up the Eiffel Tower near Ax's apartment.
I was quite nervous and started to spend a lot more time at home. Sara would visit Ax's apartment occasionally if she could get a lift, but I mostly only saw Fred in school until he threw a memorable party.