The summer after we graduated from CU-Denver, Mom and Dad took Jared and me to Paris with them. Mom had grown up in Paris, but had not visited there in many years. Neither Jared nor I had ever been to France, so needless to say, we were very excited about the trip. We planned to spend three weeks in Europe, traveling from France across Switzerland, into Austria, and back across Germany. We were also considering a side trip into Italy.
When we arrived in Paris, we were met at the airport by a large group of Mom's relatives. They were thrilled to see us. We were quickly whisked away to the home where we would be staying while in Paris. We were staying with Aunt Clarisse, my mom's sister. Her youngest son, Claude, was my age, and he offered to be our travel guide throughout the city.
Claude was a beautiful boy. His white skin was in sharp contrast to his dark hair and eyes. His eyes were almost black, very piercing. He was slender, and had long, delicate fingers. He was very friendly, and eager to please. His English was a little on the weak side, and so was my French, but somehow, we managed to communicate.
That first night, Jared and I slept like rocks, recovering, I suppose, from jet lag. It was the first night I could remember since we moved in together that we did not have sex. We were, however, sleeping in the same bed, with adequate privacy. I knew that we would have many opportunities for making love in the days to come.
Claude took us all over Paris, speeding from place to place aboard the crowded Metro. We spent hours in the Louvre. Jared and I were both fascinated by the statues of beautiful nude men. I caught myself several times gazing at their delicately carved little dicks, longing to reach out and lick one or two of them. I fantasized about what it would have been like to have posed for such a work of art.
That night, we stood atop L'Arc de Triomphe, looking down on the famous Champs Elysees. The city lights were spectacular I found myself pressing up against Jared's back, slipping my arm around his waist, so that we could share this beautiful sight together. I felt all the romance Paris is famous for, standing there with the man I loved.
I glanced toward Claude, and saw that he was staring at us. I quickly pulled away from Jared, uncertain of how Claude might react to such displays of affection. Claude quickly moved his gaze back toward the street below, acting as if he had noticed nothing unusual. Finally, we decided it was time to leave. We laughed and talked all the way home on the Metro, thoroughly enjoying each other's company.
Jared and I settled into bed, and immediately moved toward each other. My hands explored his naked body as my mouth engulfed his lips and tongue. I felt his hand grasp my cock. He pulled my dick to where it meshed with his, and he began stroking both of them, with deep, sensual motions. I started my usual moaning.
"Shhh," he whispered. "Somebody is going to hear us."
"Shit, I forgot," I answered. I did my best to enjoy every moment of sex without making any sound. For me, it was almost impossible.
Just as Jared was wrapping his warm, hungry lips over the head of my throbbing penis, the door opened slightly. We both froze, hoping that whoever was there would think we were asleep and go away. After a few seconds, the door opened wider. Claude pushed his head into the room and looked in our direction. I wasn't sure what he could see, so we continued to lie perfectly still. But Claude wasn't going to give up. He quietly moved into the room, and inched toward our bed. I sat up and began to whisper.
"Claude, what are you doing?" I asked. "Do you want something?"
"Oui," he answered. "I want to join you."
He was now gripping his cock with his right hand, slowly stroking through his tight briefs.
I reached out and pulled his hand away from his crotch, replacing his hand with mine. I peeled off the shorts, pulling them down to his ankles. He stepped out of the briefs, and presented me with a long, slender, smooth cock, begging to be sucked. I licked lightly on the head of his dick, eliciting a gasp and then a moan from deep in his throat.
Jared sat up and pressed against my back. He got out of bed, and moved around behind Claude, running his hands down Claude's back, coming to rest on his smooth, beautiful tight ass. Jared then went to his knees, and kissed that gorgeous asshole, pressing his tongue deeply inside. I took the dick down my throat, slowly caressing every inch with my tongue and lips. Claude threw back his head and groaned.
"Oui, oh oui," he moaned. "Ceci se sent si bon."
I didn't quite understand what he was saying, but I was sure "bon" meant "good". The French was really turning me on, and I went after his cock with renewed passion. He was pounding my face with his rigid probe. His hands grasped the back of my head as he drilled over and over again.
"Je vais a cum," he shouted. "Bon tellement fichu!" I could tell that the time for his orgasm had arrived. As Jared drove deeper and deeper into Claude's ass, he spurted his load into my throat. He fired again and again, rocking and gyrating against my face. At last, he was still.
I finished slurping down the last of his thick, warm semen, licking up the last drop. Then, I pulled Claude down to his knees. Jared and I stood together in front of him. He hungrily went after both our stiff cocks, sucking one, then the other, and sometimes both at once. Jared and I held each other and kissed, while Claude sucked us off. It was really hot. Claude was an expert with his tongue. He kept the heads of both dicks touching each other, and licked up and down each shaft, bringing both of us to an incredible climax. We came almost simultaneously, shooting all over each other's bellies. Claude licked up everything, leaving us warm, moist, and satisfied.
I pulled him to his feet, and kissed him deeply. After we pulled apart, Jared reached toward Claude's head, and pulled him into a long deep kiss.
"I will see you in the morning," he said softly, as he left, carrying his briefs in his hand. Jared and I fell into each other's arms as the door quietly closed.
We spent the next day touring more of Paris. We visited Notre Dame in the morning, and went to the top of the Eiffel Tower that afternoon. We ate dinner at a sidewalk café, and ended up at La Basilique du Sacre-Coeur, a small chapel overlooking the city from a hilltop. The view was awesome. We stayed there for hours, sitting on the steps out front, where crowds of people were constantly passing by. Many sat to listen to the street musicians or look at the local mimes. It was very peaceful. We just sat drinking beer and talking and watching people. We saw people from everywhere. Claude was better at recognizing languages than I was, and he identified as many as he knew. We heard German, Dutch, Italian, Hebrew, Arabic, Japanese, and many more.
We also enjoyed looking at the pretty boys. We were constantly nudging one another to point out a nice looking guy. One that really caught my eye was an Israeli who was part of a large group. The group sat for a few minutes on the steps waiting for some of the members to arrive so that they could board their bus and go. This guy was only a few feet from me. He was dark, with thick, wavy black hair. He had soft pink lips, and deep dark eyes. He met my gaze a couple of times, causing me to look quickly away. Jared was busy talking to Claude, so I mustered up my courage and spoke to the Jewish boy.
"Do you speak English?" I asked.
"Yes, I do," he answered. He smiled and moved closer to continue our conversation.
"Where are you from?" I asked.
"I live in Tel Aviv," he answered in perfect English. "I am here on a tour.
What about you? Are you an American?"
"Yes, from Colorado," I said. "I'm visiting relatives."
We continued to small talk for a while. He told me that his name was David, and that he would be in Paris for a week. He said that most of the people on the tour were older (he was 20), and that he was glad to meet some people who were closer to his age. Before I knew what I was saying, I had invited him over to Claude's house to hang out with us for a while.
He looked around for the director of his tour. When he spotted her, he went and spoke with her for a few minutes. He returned to us with a contented smile on his face.
So, the four of us walked toward the Metro station together. We stopped for a drink at a café, and then started homeward. I felt like I had created something of a mess. Was David gay, or had I misread the look of longing I saw in his eyes? If he wasn't gay, this night could prove to be disastrous.
We all ended up in our bedroom, lounging around and discussing the day. Our parents had gone to visit other relatives outside of Paris, so we had the house to ourselves. I decided to start nonchalantly undressing, and try to read David's reaction. I slipped off my shoes and socks, and then pulled my shirt over my head. I looked at David. His piercing dark eyes were fixed on my chest. I could feel the warm power of his hungry lust.
Jared followed my lead, and stripped off his shirt. David's gaze shifted to Jared. His pants were starting to tent as his cock began to stiffen.
Claude shucked off everything except his tight briefs, and then wrapped his arms around me from the back, resting both hands on my crotch. I turned my head, meeting his lips with a deep kiss.
Jared took David by the hand, and stood him to his feet. With slow, careful precision, Jared unbuttoned David's shirt, and pushed it off his shoulders onto the floor. He ran his expert fingers over David's firm, muscular chest. The chest and abdomen were covered with dark hair, with dark pink nipples peeking out, begging to be touched. Jared caressed each nipple with his tongue. David closed his eyes.
I moved into position behind David, and reached around him, unbuckling his belt. I unfastened and unzipped his khaki slacks, running my fingers down his crotch to grasp his cock. He leaned back against me and moaned. I pushed the slacks to the floor. He stepped out of the pants, leaving shoes and socks behind. He quickly pulled off his boxers, and stood before us, naked and hungry for satisfaction.
Claude was naked now, too, and he moved in beside David, shoving his rock hard dick across David's stomach to where both cocks were pressed up against each other. Their lips met in a deep, lusty kiss. I moved my hands up to David's ass, and began pushing my fingers into his hole. I could tell he wanted it all, so I grabbed my KY jelly and started lubricating my pulsating cock. I smeared some into the hole, and started pushing in. He jolted a couple of times, but I got in with relative ease. I immediately started pumping.
Jared was busy sucking both David and Claude while I pounded David's ass. Claude and David kissed more and more deeply as the action got hotter and hotter. I kissed David's neck and back, and wrapped my arms around to his chest to run my fingers through the thick, black hair. I pinched and twisted his nipples, making him grunt and scream for more. Finally, I shot my load into the depths of his body. My whole being shuddered with satisfaction.
A moment later, Claude came in Jared's mouth. He held David's mouth against his own as he dumped load after load of milky semen down Jared's throat. David held out as long as possible. I had my tongue up his ass as Jared sucked him off.
"Oh my God, oh my God!" he shouted. "Oh fuck! Fuck yeah, oh yeah. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he cried, erupting into Jared's mouth like a volcano. His orgasm was violent, reaching into the very depths of his body.
"Mmmmm" he moaned, as he released a deep, satisfied sigh.
Jared was the only one who had not yet cum, so we all went to work on him. He had three sets of hot, sensuous lips and tongues seeking out every crevice of his beautiful body. We all wandered all over his body, licking every inch. Jared stood, eyes closed, moaning in complete pleasure. Finally, we all converged on his crotch. His balls and cock were completely saturated with warm saliva as the three of us sucked him off. We took turns gulping down the shaft, sucking our brains out.
"Damn, that's fuckin' great!" Jared moaned. "Oh yeah, baby, that's the spot. Do it, dammit, do it. Suck that cock. Suck me dry."
He came in my mouth, while David and Claude continued licking his balls and ass. I held the stiff dick in my mouth until it went limp. The wet, slick cock then slipped into its normal position, glistening with warm moisture. I embraced my lover, and kissed him. Then Claude and David joined us for a group kissing session. We spent the night wrapped together in warmth and comfort.
David returned to his hotel early the next morning. We didn't see him again in Paris, but we hope to stay in contact through E-mail. He wants to visit us in Denver some day.
My cousin Claude also made plans for a visit to America. He wants to see the Grand Canyon and Niagara Falls. I figure he'll have to settle for the Grand Canyon and Hoover Dam, and see New York on another trip. I immediately started envisioning some great sex with Claude, Jared, Chris, and Sean.
We left Paris with my parents, heading for Switzerland. Jared and I were eager to see what adventures might be awaiting us there.
Send comments on this series of stories to mhern21@hotmail.com. I'd like to know if I should go on with the European vacation adventures.