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I had had to go to Germany for work and would be passing back through Paris so I thought I'd make a stopover. After the positive experience in Edinburgh I thought I would try out the gay accommodation service again. I logged on and searched through the listings. I found one guy offering a sofa bed in his flat very near to the Gare du Nord, which would be perfect both for arriving from Germany and getting home to London. His name was Fabrice, looked mid-late 30s, same as me, and had good reviews on his listing. I sent off a request which he accepted so we were good to go.
I arrived at the Gare du Nord about 1pm on the Saturday. I'd arranged with Fabrice to drop my bags at his place and was then heading out to meet a friend of mine who was working in Paris at that time. I found Fabrice's flat fairly easily. It was about a ten minute walk away down a main road and then down a side-street by a canal. I rang the doorbell, he buzzed me in and then I went through to a central courtyard and up to Fabrice's flat on the fourth floor, right at the top, and knocked on the door.
When he opened the door I was really blown away; he was MUCH better looking than his photo. Very tall, well over 6' (I'm 6' myself so it's not that often I meet someone noticeably taller), pretty skinny with blue eyes and a lovely brown goatee beard. He welcomed me in and showed me around the flat. It was pretty small - a living room and kitchen, with a bedroom and a small bathroom off it. We chatted over a coffee about our work. He was a travel agent and regularly travelled to London so spoke excellent English, my French is okay but it was a relief to be able to speak English. There was definitely a twinkle in both of our eyes but I had to go off and meet my friend.
I met my friend and we had a walk around Paris, as you do, had a coffee, dinner and some wine so I got back to Fabrice's about 9pm. I was a little bit drunk - just merry but also a bit unreserved. Fabrice greeted me and (of course, he's French) offered me some more wine. I couldn't say no so happily accepted a glass of French white. Fabrice had some really nice jazz music playing in the background.
We chatted a bit about what I'd done in Paris that day, how long he had lived in the flat, that sort of thing. I mentioned how relaxing it was to have some wine with the music. "Yes, it is a nice way to spend a Saturday evening, much better than in a noisy bar," he said. We had been smiling at each other and giving each other little glances, and I'd had a bit to drink, so I thought I'd brave it and said, "Would you like to dance?" He smiled and said yes, so I put my wine down and we stood up. He took my hand and put his arm around my waist and we started to move together in time to the jazz soundtrack. He smelled really nice and his body was tight, not an ounce of fat on him.
As we moved together to the music, of course our cocks pushed against each other through our trousers. I didn't do anything at first, it was kind of unavoidable given that we were dancing together. But I found him so attractive I knew mine would start to grow pretty soon. Then I felt his moving and swelling as well, so I pushed my hips in deliberately and ground our hardening cocks together. He moaned softly as we began to kiss. I moved my hand down from his waist and felt his arse cheeks, which made him moan some more, and he did the same to me. After kissing for a while as we continued to dance, I slid my hand around the front and caressed the outline of his cock. I then unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped the fly. I slid my hand into his pants and felt his hard dick, a nice 6" or so.
"That's so good," he said. "Let's move to the bedroom." We held hands as we walked quickly to the bedroom together. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, and pulled my jumper and top off over my head. It was so good to feel our naked chests next to each other. He had a nice layer of hair on his pecs, which I wouldn't have suspected as he was so thin, but it smelled very nice and I ran my hands over it before playing with his nipples a bit. As I was doing this he had unzipped me and was playing with my now rock-hard dick, pulling it down from my body and fondling my balls.
I slid my trousers and pants down and stepped out of them, now totally naked, and he did the same, and we fell onto the bed together. We kissed for a while as we jerked each others' dicks, then he slid down the bed and took my cock in his mouth. He didn't waste any time and took it in all the way to the base. It felt so good, I just gasped and said, "keep going". Fabrice was an amazing cocksucker, he moved up and down on my cock, using his hand at the same time to stroke it. After a while I couldn't hold back and told him I was going to cum. "Mmmm", he groaned and took it all in to the base again. Then he did something amazing with the back of his throat, it felt like he was milking my dick and I couldn't hold back and started to shoot.
He drank it all down like a star, then eased off and teased the sensitive slit on my dick with his tongue. "That was amazing," I said as he moved back up the bed and kissed me. I reached down to stroke his own hard cock as we kissed some more. He didn't give any warning but I suddenly felt him tense up and my hand was flooded with his cum. I used it to keep him lubricated and continued to jerk slowly so he could enjoy the sensitivity.
After we had cleaned up, he lay next to me and said, "I could tell you wanted that as soon as you arrived, you just looked at me that way." I smiled and said he was a good judge of character! I slept in his bed that night, not on the sofa bed, and we had some more fun in the morning before I had to go. Unfortunately he changed his job and moved to the country so he didn't come to London any more, but we did meet up a couple more times after that in France. I had hoped it would develop into something more but it didn't happen. I still look back on this as one of the nicest experiences I've had.