Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2012 14:58:18 -0500
From: "Bob42street@yahoo.com" <bob42street@yahoo.com>
Subject: Every Blond 8 - Fred's Party - Part 1 of 2

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Every blond 8-Fred's Party-Part 1

Fred handed me two envelopes one day in school and waved his eyebrows at
me.  One envelope addressed to me, and one to Ax.

"What's this?" I asked.

"You must open it and read it," Fred replied.

I opened it and read it in the school courtyard.  It was an invite for a
weekend party at Fred's apartment beginning Friday night.  I nodded and
said "I think I can make it, but I need to check with my French parents."

"Good. You will be there." Fred stated.

Fred and I went to our separate classes.  Later, in chemistry class where I
sat with Sara, she leaned over and asked "Are you going to Fred's party."

"I think so." I replied.

"You must come, and bring Ax too."  Sara commanded.

That night I handed Ax Fred's envelope.  Ax looked at it with curiosity,
opened it and read.  Ax frowned as he read and shrugged.  "We will ask
mother."

We asked Ax's parents, explaining that Fred was a friend from school and
they agreed we could go.

When Friday night arrived Ax's father gave us a lift to Fred's apartment at
the appointed time.  Sara and Nico were waiting for us and we all kissed
our hellos.  We made our way up all squeezing into the tiny elevator.

Fred's mother and sister were away visiting Fred's grandparents.  Some
people had already arrived with more due as the night progressed.  Fred's
apartment wasn't really very large and even with the family-room furniture
rearranged didn't offer much space for dancing so everyone was crowded
through the hallway and into the kitchen.

The Beastie Boys and Public Enemy were both really popular with a lot of my
friends at the time but my taste was far more eclectic.  I liked everything
from The Beatles to Joy Division and was a huge fan of The Grateful Dead
and jazz.  Fred hated the Grateful Dead he said they sounded as bad as
country music (but I kind of liked that too).

It was packed and after dancing for a long time, I just wanted to step
outside to cool off for a bit, so I headed for the door.  Nico was headed
out the door too, with his coat in hand.

"Where are you going?" Nico asked.

"I just want to get some cool air," I replied, wiping sweat from my brow.

"I'm going out for a smoke, come with me." Nico gestured for me to follow.

When we arrived at the stairs, I started to go down, Nico said "No,"
pointing up the stairs, he said "this way.  Let's go."

We went up just a few flights and arrived at an unmarked door set above a
few odd steps from the passage.  When Nico opened it, I could see It was
snowing.  Nico put a small block of wood in the door to wedge it open just
enough so it wouldn't lock us outside on the roof.  It was a nice, bracing
cold after the heat and press of bodies in the apartment.

Nico fumbled in his pockets and took out a packet of cigarettes.  He
offered one to me and I told him thanks, but I didn't smoke.  He smoked a
cigarette and we walked around, looking out on the streets.  We could just
barely make out the blur of the Eiffel Tower lit with its thousands of
lights through the snow in the distance.

Nico shouted "Look, over here!" and waved me over to the courtyard side of
the rooftop.

Many of the rooms overlooking the courtyard were lit.  Most had curtains or
closed security shutters.  Nico pointed out a large window into someone's
well-lit family-room.  There were no curtains drawn over the window.  A
couple in their twenties were making out on a sofa.  He was wearing what
appeared to be dark silk boxers and she was wearing a sheer pale slip.  I
could see her hard nipples poking out from her small conical breasts.

"Oh.  Give them some privacy." I said, beginning to turn away.

Nico said "Wait, I think maybe they like an audience.  After all, no
curtains."

I stopped and leaned my elbows on the parapet as Nico was doing.  Down in
the apartment, the couple were really going at it.  She had long dark curly
hair, very dark.  His hair was brown and I could see he had some hair in
the middle of his chest.  He lifted up the hem of her slip and began
rubbing her dark mound.

Nico patted my shoulder and said "See, it's good.  No?"

I hadn't brought my coat and began to shiver, pulling my arms together to
get warmer but the clammy, sweat-damp fabric of my thin shirt seemed to
draw the chill into my bones.

In the apartment below, across the courtyard the couple shifted on the sofa
so he could splay his legs out.  She leaned over him kneeling on the sofa
facing the window towards us.  Her slip was hiked up over her round hips
and she reached into the waistband of his silk boxers and stroked his hard
cock, eventually freeing it.

"See, I told you-" Nico said, looking at me.  "You're cold." Nico observed
and took his left arm from his coat sleeve, reached up to put his arm
around me and drew his coat up and over my shoulders, pulling me close.
"No.  You're ice!" Nico said, rubbing my back, then he looked back to the
apartment below, across the courtyard to watch the couple.

His hand actually felt hot.  My thin, sweaty shirt had frozen to my skin in
the rooftop wind and the snow had formed a further icy crust.  Nico fumbled
in his coat with his other hand and took out another cigarette, lighting
it.

The couple across the courtyard were naked when I looked back.  He was
leaning back on the couch with his legs splayed out.  She was laying on the
couch, slowly jerking him off kissing his glans when she pulled his
foreskin back.

Nico offered me his cigarette and I took a drag thinking I'd be polite and
coughed the smoke right back out.  He passed it it back to me a few times.

In the apartment across the courtyard she continued to tease him with very
slow pumping and kisses as he continued to rub her mound with his right
hand.  I couldn't help but notice he was very athletic.  And I noticed a
blue sort of glowing reflection from the television that the couch must be
facing off of her round white right buttock.  Then she went down on him.

Nico got very close to me, handing the cigarette to me he said "I would
like to do that with you."  As I inhaled the cigarette Nico said "Try to
hold it in more..." I did, if only to give myself time to think then
finally coughed it out "...this one has some hash in it." Nico finished.

He turned back to watch the couple across the courtyard--while I sputtered,
processing what Nico just said--who had commenced to fuck on the couch.  He
was on top with his muscular butt pumping between her pale thighs.

"What?" I asked.

"I would like to do that with you," Nico whispered in my ear "what they're
doing."

"No. No, not that.  What did you say about the cigarette?" I asked and
realized for the first time that I was kind of floating.

"There's hash in it."  Nico said, keeping his attention on my eyes this
time.

"Did you say h-h-hash?" I asked drawing out the English 'H' sound (because
the "'H' in hash would be silent in French and sound like ash, which is
what is sounded like Nico said).

"Yes, hahish" Nico replied.

"Shit. Nico..." I muttered in English, pulling away from his offered
warmth.  "Why didn't you-" and walked away before I punched him.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a concerned look on his face.  "It's really,
only, and just some small bit of hash."

I backed away from him in the blowing snow.  Both the snow and the wind had
really picked up by this time.  "I've never taken drugs before
Nico. Never."  He followed me across the roof.  "That's not what I came to
France for Nico."

"I'm sorry." Nico pleaded.  "I didn't know this.  I thought you would know
just by the smell."

"You could have at least told me before you offered it to me Nico!  Shit!
Damn it!" I shouted in the wind.

Desponded, he implored "I'm really sorry!  I didn't know."  Nico deflated.
"I'm a little bit exploded."

I almost laughed to myself, thinking 'great, now I've learned some French
slang for "high on drugs"'.  At the street side of the roof, I could hear
someone shouting far below and leaned over the parapet to listen.

"Coo-coo!  John Wayne!  Coo-coo!" a guy and a girl were shouting down on
the sidewalk, almost completely obscured.  They called over and over again.
It took me a long time to realize they were calling for me.  I was seeing
cartoon images and old western movies of John Wayne when they shouted the
words out.

"Up here!" I shouted back.  "On the roof!"

"It's Sara and Ax!  We've been looking for you!  Come down to the door and
let us in!" Sara yelled "We have your coat!"

Nico and I headed to the door to go back inside.  As I started down the
stairs, which felt like floating, Nico said "I'm really, very sorry.  I
wasn't thinking at all."

I just nodded in agreement and continued to float down the stairs.

When I reached the front door of the apartment building and opened the
door, both Ax's and then Sara's faces went through a miraculous change as
if they have been sharing a joke to a look of wide-eyed shock on Ax's face
and one of stunned horror on Sara's.

"You're blue!" she screamed at me.

I thought to myself, 'that's a funny thing to say when someone opens a door
for you.'  Then I looked down at my hands and realized that she was right.
Thinking, 'how strange is that?'

They pushed me into the elevator, each opening their coats and Sara hugging
me in front and Ax from behind.

"You feel cold as ice." Ax gasped.

"Your clothes are frozen stiff!" Sara exclaimed.  "What were you doing?"

"Nothing." I chattered, shaking.

Ax and Sara bundled me through the dancing people and into Fred's room.
Sara stripped me down and got me into Fred's bed, hugging me under the
covers while Ax disappeared.  Even through her clothes Sara felt hot.  Ax
returned shortly with Fred who came in laughing and then got a puzzled,
then shocked look on his face, and ran out of the room.

"Frederic!" Sara called after him.  She never used his full name.  No one
ever did but Fred's mother.

Ax said "Fred's making some hot towels."

Ten minutes later Fred returned with a bundle of hot, dry towels he had
just removed from the clothes dryer, they wrapped me in them and pulled the
blankets back over me.  Sara left and Ax sat on the edge of Fred's bed.

Ax said "Your dick is..." holding up his little finger and holding out the
last joint "...this big and you no longer have any balls" making me laugh.

My chattering and shivering began to subside and Sara returned with a hot
water bottle, which she put between my thighs and a steaming mug of hot
chocolate.  It was just then that I realized how very thirsty I was, and
even though I'm not a big fan of hot chocolate, it tasted so very good.

Nico came in and asked how I was feeling.

Sara snapped at him and swore "What were you thinking, asshole?"

I almost laughed because, Sara never swore.  I didn't think she even knew
how.

Nico looked ashamed.  I knew he should be, but I couldn't help but feel
sorry for him and everything everyone was saying just seemed so damned
funny.

"It's not Nico's fault.  We were watching...", trying to think quickly,
"..the snow and I lost track of time.  I should have taken my coat, but I
went up there because I was so hot from dancing."  I reasoned.  "Don't yell
at him, it's my own fault.  I'll be fine."

Sara glared at me "You!  You'll catch your death!" she shot back.  "You
could have gotten hypothermia!". Years later, after Sara became a medical
doctor, she would remind me of that night and told me that I was her first
hypothermia case.

Fred arrived with some more hot towels and they rewrapped me.  Before Nico
left, head hanging low, he turned to me and said "I meant what I said up
there."

Axe and Sara sandwiched me in bed.  Fred still had guests and even though
the music was loud just outside the door, I dozed off for a while in the
bright lit room.  The hot water bottle had begun to feel clammy between my
thighs and I pulled it out, checking my crotch to reassure myself that
things were returning to normal size.

Sara rubbed her face against mine and said "You're much warmer now, but I
should fill this up with more hot water" taking the bottle away from me.
"And your eyes look strange and they're red."

"From the wind." I croaked.  As she grabbed up the empty mug from the hot
chocolate.

Sara gave me a serious look and asked, "What did Nico mean when he said
that he meant what he said on the roof?"

"What?" I asked, genuinely confused.

Sara eyed me and said "When Nico was in here earlier, he told you that he
meant what he said on the roof.  What did he mean?"

I thought for a while and came to the conclusion that if I couldn't share
everything and anything with Ax and Sara, I may as well just pack
everything in and become a recluse.  They both knew me intimately.  We'd
had threesomes between us on multiple occasions since the weekend we'd
spent in Colmar.  They were my best friends.

"Only between us three."  I said, giving Sara a serious look, not knowing
if Nico would want anyone else to know this detail of his life.  I knew
that Ax could--and would--keep a secret and that Sara would, if asked.
Sara nodded.  "He told me he want's to have sex with me."

Ax leaned up to look over my shoulder at my face as if to see if I was
serious.  And Sara said, "Oh, that's all?"

Shortly after Sara left me still wrapped in Ax's arms, Nico came in.  Fat
tears rolled down Nico's face and he gasped a few times then sobbed.

I motioned him over and patted the bed beside me.  When he sat down I said
"I'm fine and I forgive you.  The next time we make angels of snow, I'll
wear my coat."

Nico was still wracked with sobs when Sara came back in the room and tensed
up, hot water bottle in one hand, steaming mug in the other and I wondered
for a moment which one would Sara hit Nico with?  Sara relaxed as she took
in the scene, Nico rubbing his hands over his face, elbows on knees, still
sobbing.  His hand were wet with tears.

She came over, handed me the mug and unceremoniously stuffed the hot water
bottle back between my thighs.  She sat beside Nico, embraced him and
softly cooed "Nico... I'm sorry I shouted at you" and they hugged.

Behind me I heard Ax ask, sounding perplexed, "You were making angels of
snow?"

Nico actually chuckled a little at this.  "Yeah" I responded.

"On the fucking roof?"  Ax sounded incredulous.

We all started laughing.

"How can there be enough snow on the roof to make a snowman?" Ax asked,
clearly puzzled.

I got up from the bed and dropped the hot water bottle on a shelf.  Holding
a towel around my waist, I lay down on the floor and waved my arms and legs
on the floor, saying, "When you do this in the snow."

"A baptism?" Sara puzzled.

Ax said "Ah, a snow print?"  When I got back up, my towel fell, and Ax said
"You have your balls back!"

I cracked up laughing again and everyone else joined in.  Sara came over
and gave me a hug.  Nico watched me intently and when eyes traveled slowly
up my body, from groin to my eyes, he blushed when he realized I had been
looking at him.

Sara went to the bed, took Ax by the hand and pulled him up saying, "Let's
go dance."

Ax went with her, albeit somewhat reluctantly, Ax turned in the doorway to
look at me as Sara pulled him from the room, closing the door.  Some friend
of Fred's passing by in the hall gawped at me, wide-eyed as the door swung
shut.

Nico had made an awkward attempt at making a pass at me a few months
earlier.  He wasn't what I would normally consider my type at all.  His
hair wasn't quite blond, nor was it quite brown and it had strange
highlights--both blond and almost auburn at the same time--and a
light-olive skin complexion.  He stared down at my crotch, making me blush
all over.

"Eh, you have no hair," Nico made a waving gesture over the crotch of his
trousers, "there."

He blushed again when I told him I used a depilatory cream and took a
tentative step forward.  "I'm so very, very sorry about the hashish." Nico
said softy.

"Promise me that you'll never do that to anyone again without telling them
first." I responded.

"I promise you." He replied in a serious tone, still looking my body up and
down.

"You have no, eh-" Nico made another motion.

"Foreskin." I completed Nico's sentence.  "No, I was circumcised at birth."

I closed the short distance between us and said, "You can touch me if you
want to, Nico."

Nico gasped, shuddered, then slowly reached over, caressing my hardening
cock.  His other hand stole down to caress my balls.  Nico whispered as he
leaned his head back and stood on his tiptoes to kiss my chin, "You're so
soft."

His eyes were closed and he shuddered as he kissed it and I bent my head
down to put my lips on his, but I had heard something from the door and
looked over.  Seeing nothing amiss, I bent back to his lips, feeling him
tremble as I brushed my lips against his.  I had a habit of watching people
when I kissed them, and watching Nico, I had the strangest feeling.  I was
sure it wasn't the hash.

"What would you like to do Nico?" I whispered.

Shrugging, he said "I have no idea."

"What's is your favorite?" I asked quietly.

Trembling, he whispered back, "I have never done.  I hope you can be the
first to show me."

It was my turn to shudder.  I had never really thought about being
someone's first before, but in retrospect, I was sure I had been, and
probably on more than one occasion.  The fact that I actually thought about
it at all without diving in headfirst most definitely could have been the
hash.  I also found it curious that this guy, who had hit on me twice
before wanted me to be his first lover and wondered why, in a city of
millions he simply hadn't just moved on.

Nico was about 15cm shorter than me and was what I would call muscular
petite.  He practiced gymnastics and it had kind of shocked me when he
smoked--what I had thought were cigarettes--earlier.  He was muscular, but
didn't seem it. He was the stringy sort that could absolutely surprise you.
Nico and I both kept our hair fairly unstylish short, where our friends
tended toward long or shaggy hair back then.

He could do handsprings in the street (on a clean sidewalk, which could be
a rarity back then in the years before enforcement of Paris dog-poop
cleanup laws).  You still must pay careful attention where you step on the
Paris sidewalks today, but not nearly to the same degree as back in the
mid-80s.  Back then the sidewalks were a minefield of dog poo.

"Can I take your trousers off?" I asked Nico.

"Yes." Nico panted.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth, reached down to the opening of his
trousers.  He trembled as I opened his belt then undid the buttons while he
awkwardly kissed me back.  When I opened his trousers, there was an
incongruously large bulge sticking out from his underpants.  I put put my
hand on the back of his head and mashed his mouth into mine.

Nico kicked his legs out of his trousers while I embraced him.  We broke
our kiss when I reached down behind his thighs, lifted him up and ground
his crotch into mine.  The fabric of his underpants felt rough against me.
His cock was so hard it was almost as if it was trying to keep us apart.
My hard on touched his belly button and I was in Nirvana.

It was the most awkward bliss I had felt in months.

Nico wrapped his legs around me and it was a different sort of
breath-taking hug.  Nico managed, somehow, to hang himself cantilevered
from my shoulders and rub himself up and down my body.  No one but Nico has
ever done that to me.  My skin turned to electric.

When I reached one hand around to pull the waistband of his underpants down
I could hear dissonant chords of the waistband's thrum against the thrum of
his hard on hitting my cock.  I winced when his cock hit mine.  It was so
hard it almost hurt.

Nico clung to me as I carried him over to Fred's bed.  I lied him down,
broke our kiss, pushed him back at the shoulders and licked down his body.
Nico had a trail of short hair from just below his belly button down to his
brown bush.  His balls, in contrast to the rest of his body, were a darker
olive tone.  I licked Nico's cock twice, then deep throated him once,
twice--I couldn't pull Nico's foreskin up beyond his head my mouth because
it was so short on his hard cock--almost-thrice and he let out a sort of
yelp when he came in my mouth.

Nico panted and shuddered as I sucked him until he twisted away because he
just couldn't take it any more.  Nico pulled me up and clung to me with all
four limbs.  I wasn't really surprised about the size difference.  I had
seen ladies much smaller than him throw body builders in judo class.  But I
had never been manipulated like that before, during sex.

Nico's cologne was what I could only describe as slightly sweeter than what
I normally like.  I enjoy muskier colognes, myself.  His body was smaller
than Sara's overall, but he was so dense that he could surprise all senses.

He panted for a bit.  I was locked in his squeeze with no escape.

He was recovering quickly.  Then Ax walked in.

Until then, I hadn't noticed that the music outside Fred's room had faded.

Nico bolted for his trousers.

Ax held up his hands and said, "Not to worry, the party's winding down, and
I'd like to crash in here for a few hours.". Ax looked at Nico "I can go
somewhere else if you prefer."

I reached out to Ax.  "Ax is my brother, Nico."

Wrapping Fred's blanket around himself, Nico said, "It's okay.  I can go."

Ax stepped close to the bed and pulled off his shirt, undid his trousers,
then, gracefully stepped out of them and I said, "Stay Nico.". Nico was
frightened.  I would have been nervous too, if someone had just walked in
on me during my first sexual experience.

Ax rolled into Fred's bed behind Nico, pulling some of the blanket over
himself.  I pulled Ax's underpants down to expose his hairless crotch, and
said, "See, just like me".

I took Nico's hand in mine and we both took Ax's cock in our hands.  Nico
seemed to marvel at Ax's foreskin.  He flapped it with his thumb on the
upstroke.  Ax put his hands behind his head and laced his fingers in his
blond mane.

"But you aren't really brothers?" Nico asked.

Ax chuckled.

I felt that Ax was more my brother than my own two were.  I asked, "Did you
know I'm an exchange student from America?"

Nico nodded and said, "Yes, it's why Sara calls you John Wayne," while we
were stroking Ax's cock.

"Well, Ax took me in and became closer than my own family.  He is more my
brother than anyone I've ever known."  When I glanced to Ax's face, the
expression was truly one I cannot describe, even to this day.

I still had a raging boner.

While Nico and I were stroking Ax, Fred threw the door open with Sara
hooked on his arm.  They looked a wreck, a night of dancing on espresso and
Coca-Cola had been kind to neither one.  They looked like shit.  Both of
their blond hair was sweat-plastered to their heads.

Fred took in the scene for a few beats.  Sara grinned.  Some stranger hung
in the doorway, staring at us.  Fred threw his arms up in the air and
yelled, "Orgy!  Cool!"

Fred tore off his shirt (he actually did rip the fabric across his body and
the only thing that stopped him from success was the neckband of his
T-shirt.  Grinning, Sara began to undress.

Sara, undressed, sat next to me on Fred's bed.  As always, Sara was
stunning.  Her breasts were petite, like the rest of her body.  Looking at
Nico, Sara said, "You got your dream."

I shot a puzzled look between them while Nico said, "Dreams are the best,
and you can only have them come true on your birthday."

I was only slightly distracted by Fred's struggle with his shirt--though he
had progressed to having his pants down around his ankles.  And I asked,
"Birthday wish?"  I looked at Nico "It's your birthday?"

Nico responded, "I'm 16 today, eh, yesterday now-"

Sara interrupted him, saying "He has been asking so many questions about
you for months."  Despite Nico's alarmed expression, Sara continued, "I
think he prefers blond guys."

"Well, here we are with a room full," I said, looking into Nico's eyes,
"some powerful wish."

Fred was still struggling out of his clothes.  Despite the late, or early,
hour, several people watched from the door.

I was naked.  Nico had a blanket over his junk, and we were both jacking Ax
off for all to see.

Sara was close to being naked, but all of the eyes from the doorway were on
Ax's cock.  My hand was wrapped around Nico's hand.  It was a gentle caress
up and down Ax's taut shaft.

Ax laid on his back with his fingers laced in his blond hair.  Ax had no
pubes then--like me, he used depilatory cream regularly.

I was subject to being both Nico's birthday wish and the agent of his
deflowering.  There were strangers watching us through the doorway.  They
were some of Fred's friends.

It's more than just a little bit odd when you have sex in front of an
audience.  You can't really call it making love because it doesn't really
seem personal enough.  Nor do you have the liberty of calling it public
sex, because it isn't really quite public.  It was a strange,
electrically-charged experience.  I'm no exhibitionist, but it was a
curious sort of thrill for me.  Nico was extra shy as this was all
completely new to him.

I was used to people stealing glances at me.  I suppose I'm good looking.
Straight blond hair that I kept cut fairly unfashionably short in those
days, pale skin, and a muscular frame kept lean by cycling and practicing
judo.

Ax was crashing pretty hard from dancing all night.

Sara said, "The sun is up, time for some sleep, yes?"

Fred, finally freed from the bonds of his clothing, lied down on his carpet
with Sara and he covered them up with the towels I had been wrapped in
earlier that night.

Nico and I did a double-take, looking into each other's eyes.  Nico smiled
at me, and we kissed.  We continued to wank Ax's dick as Nico leaned in,
brushing his lips against mine.  Ax came on his belly and Nico licked it
up.  Nico and I embraced as sleep claimed us.

I awoke to Sara moaning a few inches from my face.  She was kneeling on the
floor next to Fred's bed.

"What's wrong? I croaked.

She moaned, "I'm bored, and no one will wake up."

I don't normally have any problem going from a dead sleep to fully awake
but even I felt groggy that morning.  I stretched my neck forward and
kissed her.  She smiled in the dim light coming in from the hall.

Fred's bedroom had no windows.  So I asked Sara, "What time is it?"

"It's almost ten o'clock, Saturday morning John Wayne." Sara said, grinning
back to me.  "We should really get some cafe au lait and croissants for
everyone."

I untangled myself from Nico's arms, and got myself out of bed.  I felt
like my mind was wading through molasses.  Surveying Fred's room, I found
most of my clothes--excepting my underwear--and dressed.

Sara and I got our coats and took the elevator down to the entrance.
Looking outside, the streets were deserted.  There was about five cm of
snow blanketing the streets and sidewalks.  I spied a small wedge-shaped
block of wood next to the front door and used it to block the door open as
we went outside.

Sara grinned and said, "Cowboys are resourceful."

"Yer darn tootin', little lady." I replied in English with my best John
Wayne drawl as Sara took my arm and we went foraging the streets of Paris.

We searched for an open bakery.  There was no one at the first place we
went to.  Sara commented, "It must be the weather."  The second bakery was
closed on Saturdays according to the sign in the door.  The third bakery
was open, and I bought a dozen croissants, a dozen chocolate croissants,
and three baguettes.

Sara and I also stopped into an epicerie that was open and I bought some
smoked salmon, fruit, cheese,milk, butter and jam.  Sara, nodding, said "It
will be a feast."

The streets were still deserted excepting the occasional dog walker braving
the slick sidewalks.  In fact, the only evidence of activity on the streets
were paw prints followed by boot-tracks and the peppering of dog turds on
the sidewalks here and there.

For the first time, I experienced a silent Paris.  We couldn't even hear a
distant police siren.  I realized that I had become so accustomed to
hearing their echoes in the streets that their absence was now strange to
me.

We let ourselves back into Fred's apartment and made espresso, hot milk,
and some hot chocolate when we got back to the kitchen.  Some of Fred's
other guests began to stir from the clattering we were making in the
kitchen.

One young lady I hadn't been introduced to before introduced herself as
Sabine and grinned when I offered her a choice of baked items and a platter
of smoked salmon and cheese or fresh fruit.  Grinning, she chose a plum and
some buttered bread with smoked salmon.

We talked for a while as some other people filtered in and out taking their
choices.

"You know, don't you have an odd accent?" Sabine asked me.

I grinned and said, "I'm from America, the United States."

Sabine gave me an incredulous stare and Sara laughed.  Hugging me from
behind, Sara kissed me on the cheek and told Sabine "It's true.  He's my
John Wayne."

Sabine said, "Stop teasing me.  No one from the United States is capable of
making such a good breakfast.  It would be everything fried with
over-cooked eggs."

I resorted to my French John Wayne accent and replied, "I'm a civilized
cowboy in France..." switching to english, I finished, "little lady."

Sabine shuddered with laughter and said, "Ok, ok, it must be true."

Fred was the first to stir from his room.  He came to the kitchen naked.
Sabine covered her eyes, giggling.  Fred grabbed a chocolate croissant and
munching politely introduced everyone in the kitchen.

When Fred introduced me as his friend from America, Sabine said, "Yes, they
told me, but I couldn't believe this could be a breakfast prepared by an
American."

Gesturing to Sara, I said, "Sara did most of it anyway."

Sara demurred, shaking her head and responded, "Not me chef cowboy."

Naked Fred hugged and kissed me four times cheek to cheek, said "I know,
but we've been working hard to convert him." and stuffed the last of his
chocolate bread into his mouth.

Turning to Fred, I asked, "Are Ax and Nico awake yet?"

Fred half-covered his mouth, nodded and replied, "Sure, unless they're
having sex in their sleep..."

Sara looked at me, grabbed me by my hand and urgently pulled me to Fred's
bedroom.  When Sara opened the door, Nico grinned at us, threw a pillow
from the bed, and said "Private time."

Nico was on his belly in the middle of Fred's bed.  Ax was on top of Nico,
plowing his cock into Nico's ass.  The lights from the hall behind me and
Sara really distinguished the dimples on Ax's bum while he plunged back and
forth into Nico.

I turned to go away, but Sara pulled me into the bedroom, closing the door
behind us.

I was simply mesmerized watching Nico and Ax.  Ax's eyes were pinched shut
and he would suck in his bottom lip occasionally sticking his tongue out.
I had seen this from Nico's angle before, but watching it from afar was
magical.  I was spellbound.

Sara was busy undressing and impatiently yanked my shirt out of the waist
of my trousers encouraging me to do the same, but I was frozen.  I had
never had an opportunity to watch Ax in action from this angle.

Even when Ax screwed Sara in Colmar back in that tiny hotel room in
December I had been on the bottom with Ax and Sara over me while I rubbed
my cock on Sara's clitoris and Ax's cock plunging in and out... but never
before like this, standing over.

Ax continued to plunge and Sara undressed me while I continued to watch.
My cock was hard even before Sara started to undo my trousers.  Ax's head
twisted back and forth and I could see him chewing his bottom lip as he
went in and out.

Sara led me toward the head of Fred's bed in the very dim light and pushed
me down.  Sara kneeled on the floor between my legs as I awkwardly helped
Nico put his head on my belly.  Ax opened his eyes for a moment when Nico
shifted, then Ax renewed his efforts.

Sara began by licking my cock, rubbing her hand on the topside.  Nico,
being where he was, turned his head to his right and licked my glans.  Oh,
I was so lucky, but I couldn't stop watching the muscles of Ax's back as he
thrust into Nico.  I reached way over with my right hand and traced my
middle finger down Ax's spine and into the cleft of Ax's bum.  When my
finger reached Ax's asshole, Ax agave a huge shudder and clung tightly to
Nico.  Nico wrapped his legs around Ax's, holding Him in while Ax
convulsed, finishing himself in Nico's ass.  Ax collapsed.

Nico was an amazing contortionist.

Sara continued to tenderly lick my cock while Nico sucked my glans as I ran
my fingers back up Ax's spine and through his hair.  After a few moments
Nico released his grip from Ax, repositioned himself and began to bob on my
cock while Sara sucked on my balls.  It was the ultimate and I thought I
had truly found Nirvana just then.

"You. Are. So. Tight." Ax murmured to Nico.

At those words, my dick got harder than ever.  I started as Nico's awkward
position introduced my cock to his teeth (actually, if it hadn't been for
the teeth, I wold have cum right then).  But my time came when Sara
impatiently climbed on and crushed herself against me.  I came on Nico's
tongue at just the moment that Sara's pussy was pushing his mouth off my
cock.

After I came, I was still hard.  I entered Sara and she was so very wet.
Nico bent up, and grinned at us.  Sara licked some of my cum from his cheek
before he turned to kiss me.  I tasted myself on his tongue as I felt a
hand grip my nuts.

Ax had recovered and began to drive his fingers into the root of my cock
through the loose skin of my ball sack.  It drove me wild.  I felt another
hand join Ax's but this one lazily probed my anus.  I looked around and
realized we had an audience again.  There were three strangers standing in
and around the door to Fred's room plus Fred and Sabine.

One guy, a tall, lanky black guy put a hand around Fred's waist and danced
his fingers down to Fred's erect cock and he said to Fred, "Come with me
baby."  At that, Fred and Sabine left the doorway with Cosmo (the black
guy's name, as I would learn later) and they were replaced at the door with
some other complete strangers.

The second hand, with a finger gently probing my anus, was Nico's.  His
finger traced lazy circles there while Sara bobbed up and down on my shaft.
Ax's fingers dug into the root of my cock and I couldn't help myself.  I
came again, this time I came in Sara, but having had experienced so much in
so little time, I began to deflate.

Sarah sighed in disappointment.  Then I guided her hand to Nico's cock.
Nico's cock was rock hard.

We all shifted around on Fred's tiny bed.  I stirred Ax up, and and he
kissed with Sara and Nico while I kneeled on the floor by the bed,
watching.  Sarah mounted Nico who had rolled himself onto his back.

I offered Nico some lube, sitting on a bedside table and he obviously
didn't know what to make of it, so I squeezed some onto my fingers and
lubed his raging hard-on.  Nico moaned and I told him that perhaps thinking
about football would make his last a tiny bit longer.

Nico was very awkward trying to enter Sara.  As always, Sara was very sweet
and gently guided him in.  Nico made the cutest faces as Sara rode up and
down on his cock.  He writhed, arched has back and lifted Sara into the air
with his hands clutching the bedsheets at his sides.  This continued for a
short while before Nico bucked several times and then collapsed, exhausted.

Ax, Sara, and I had each deflowered Nico in one way or another that day
after his sixteenth birthday (myself without even knowing that it WAS his
birthday).  He was reeling.  I wasn't really sure it he was drunk on sex or
still high from the night before.

After we all collapsed into a heap our audience began to disperse.
Everyone was still groggy from dancing into the daylight the night before,
plus we were all well overdue for a good scrubbing.  Sara and I shared the
tub while Ax and Nico waited their turns, washing us from tub-side.  It was
a large bathtub with a hose and shower nozzle attachment.

Sara and I reciprocated, she washed Ax while I washed Nico.

Nico's body was muscularly dense, yet he had such a slender build that you
never noticed just how muscular he was until you had his clothes off.  I
marveled at the muscles rippling on his sides and back while I soaped and
rinsed him, Ax watching.

Nico's bum was iron hard and his legs--as I had found out the night
before--were capable of a vice-like grip.

After we all got cleaned up we really needed some more sleep so we could
dance through the night again.

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TO BE CONTINUED...