Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2003 13:30:46 EST
From: Excaliber1021439@aol.com
Subject: Presents from France

How many thirty-five year old English guys were lucky enough to wake that 
morning with an arm around a beautiful naked nineteen-year old French boy? 
Well at least one and that was me. I clutched his buttocks and pulled his 
body to mine so that our stiff cocks were pressed side by side between us. 
Thierry stirred and rewarded me with a loving wet kiss.

"I want to fuck you," he said pleadingly; "I want my cock up your ass hole." 

It was an irresistible request.

"Take me from behind," I whispered to him as I threw off the duvet and saw 
his huge, ramrod-stiff cock sticking out from his thicket of black pubic 
hair...

Only a few nights before, I had agreed to help out a friend who lectured at 
the local university. My pal had organized a short English course for some 
French students and he was desperately seeking accommodation for them. I had 
offered to take in one lad for three nights. My lecturer friend was
gay like me.

"Trust me Alan," he said to me with a knowing smile, "I'll try to fix you up 
with the right kind of guy."

Then, at the appointed hour, I was sitting in my car at the drop-off point 
waiting for the visitors' coach. I looked down at my guest's details that I 
had received in the post that morning. The lad was coming from Rheims. From 
the passport size photograph, I saw that he was a very good-looking dark 
haired guy.

The coach arrived promptly at five in the afternoon and the students streamed 
out. I got out of my car and joined the other hosts and waited until I caught 
sight of my young guest. I waved at him and shouted his name and he walked 
towards me with a large suitcase in his hand. I thought that he was even 
better looking than his photo. He was over six feet tall with a deep tan.

His body was well proportioned and he walked with a masculine gait. His face 
was the embodiment of Michelangelo's David. He had black curly hair and a 
square cut chin below his wide, ample mouth. His pale blue eyes were quite 
sensational and they were crowned with long black fluttering lashes that many 
a woman would have killed for. 

We shook hands firmly and he introduced himself.

"I am pleased to meet you," Thierry said in a deep French accent that I found 
very attractive.

"I hope that you'll enjoy your stay with me. My name's Alan," I replied and 
I loaded his suitcase in the trunk of the car. 

Then we both got in and I started the short drive home.

"Was your journey very long?" I asked him.

"We started at six this morning," he replied.

"You must be very tired," I went on.

"No. I slept on the way through France," he explained, "but I'm very hungry."

"We'll soon fix that for you," I said with a smile. I knew what kind of 
appetite I had when I was Thierry's age.

I showed him to his room and suggested that he unpack his things and take a 
shower whilst I cooked a meal for him.

"Use the phone if you want to call your girlfriend or your parents" I said 
kindly.

"Thank you but that's not necessary," he said with an air of independence. "I 
do not have a girlfriend and my parents do not worry about me."

"Cool," I said. Could this handsome creature be gay like me, I thought to 
myself? The mere possibility made my cock stiffen in my shorts.

Thierry came into the kitchen just as I had put the food on the table.

"You're cooking smells good," he said.

"Bon appetit," I replied. "Please help yourself."

I watched him as he served himself two large grilled salmon steaks and fried 
potatoes. I was completely taken by his pale blue eyes, square jaw and 
succulent mouth. I had got the hots for him in a big way and I felt my cock 
getting very horny for him under the table.

"Would you like some salad?" I said pushing the 
bowl towards my beautiful guest.

"Yes," he replied with a cute smile on his face.

When we had finished eating the main course, I took a dish of a traditional 
English dessert from the fridge and filled two bowls for us. It was made from 
fresh fruits in a wine-based sauce topped off with custard and fresh whipped 
cream.

"I hope you like this," I said. "I don't think you have anything like it in 
France.

He found it quite delicious and spooned it down his gullet with incredible 
speed.

"You've got some cream on you're face," I said to him fondly.

I leant over and stroked it off with my finger and l felt the electricity 
pass between us when my finger touched his baby-smooth cheek. Then, I put my 
finger in my mouth and sucked it. 

"Thank you," he said with a look of pleasure on his face.

He excused himself and went upstairs to his bedroom. When he returned, I saw 
that he had two small gift-wrapped parcels.

"These are for you," he said. "They're presents from my hometown."

I was delighted and opened them immediately.  One was a book about Rheims and 
its fantastic cathedral and the other was a half bottle of champagne.

"Thank you very much," I said appreciatively.

"It's my pleasure," he said squeezing my shoulder affectionately.  

A thrill shot all through my body. I felt my cock stiffen again. I realized 
that I was quite smitten by the lad and longed to touch his body. It was hard 
for me not to make the first move but I kept myself in check by thinking of 
my responsibility as his host.

"Let's watch some TV," I suggested and we both 
moved into the lounge and sat together on the sofa.
 
A few hours later, I was so horny for the boy that I decided that the only 
way I could stop myself from making an advance on him was by going to bed. I 
said goodnight and left Thierry watching TV. As I undressed in my bedroom, I 
looked down at my ten-inch cock that was as stiff as a poker. I pulled back 
my foreskin and saw that my helmet was wet with pre-cum. My cock and balls 
ached for the boy.

After ten minutes in bed, I heard Thierry climb the stairs and go into his 
bedroom. I fantasized about the boy's naked body as I stroked my massive 
dick. Did he have a big cock, I wondered? Then I heard my bedroom door open 
and he crept into bed with me quite naked.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered to me before he gave me a deep wet 
kiss.

I groaned with desire as I hugged his smooth body close to me and kissed him 
back with passion. Then I put my hand between his legs and fondled his hairy 
balls.  

"You're so big," he whispered as he grasped my massive red-hot cock. "I want 
to suck you."

I threw off the duvet and he got down on me in the sixty-nine position and 
sucked me hard. 
My hand found Thierry's stiff cock. It was hot with desire and at least eight 
inches long. I pulled back its generous foreskin and sucked its tip. It 
tasted so fresh and clean, I thought to myself. 

Then I shoved a finger inside his tight ass hole and squeezed his balls.  I 
heard him gasp with pleasure as I sucked his cock hard and then harder.  Less 
than a minute later, his warm spunk hit the back of my throat. After a few 
seconds, I felt my own cock throb as it spurted into Thierry's mouth.  He 
sucked on until my cock lost its tingle and his mouth was filled with my 
thick creamy cum.

We returned to each other's arms and kissed each other gratefully with our 
legs intertwined.

"Thank you," he whispered looking deep into my eyes and I felt my cum dribble 
from his mouth into mine.

I fondled him all over his smooth body until our cocks were stiff again.  

"I need to fuck you," I whispered and he rolled over on his back and opened 
his bent up legs.

Thierry squealed as my huge cock slipped into his tight hole and then he 
sucked air as I lunged into him.

"Does it hurt?" I whispered to him.

"No. It feels wonderful," he replied as his hands gripped my buttocks.

I started to fuck him gently whilst stroking 
his hard cock which soon spurted its spunk all over my face and chest. This 
was enough for me to lose control and I fucked him furiously until my own 
cock throbbed and exploded inside him. Thierry pulled me down to his chest 
and licked his cum off my face.

"You are a lovely man," he murmured in his enchanting French accent and I 
gave him a deep wet kiss.

"So are you," I whispered back.

...And then, the next morning, I felt his adorable hard cock enter me for the 
first time as I bent down on the bed before him. His dick was hotter than any 
I had in me before. My body shivered with bliss as he slowly pushed the whole 
length of his prick into my tube until his balls bashed into mine.

He fucked slowly in and out of me as he jerked my huge hard on. Then he 
fucked me furiously for a while before returning to the slower kind of 
action. He alternated this change of pace over and over. I had never been 
fucked by a more considerate lover. 

My head soon swooned and my cock let rip and shot volley after volley of my 
love juice all over the bed. I then squeezed down on Thierry's cock and a few 
more furious stokes of his cock in and out of my silky-smooth tight love tube 
took him to heaven.

"Thank you," he whispered to me as he got his breath back. "I love your manly 
body."

"No, thank you." I replied, "That was the best fuck I've ever had," and I 
gave him a deep loving kiss.

This horny lad was young enough to be my son, I thought to myself - but old 
enough to be my lover! What I lucky guy I was. 
  
After I had dropped Thierry off at the university, the day went ever so 
slowly. I was glad to hear the radio announcer say that it was four o'clock 
that afternoon. It was, at last, time to pick Thierry up. I changed into 
shorts after spraying my private parts and armpits with my most expensive 
cologne. Did he miss me as much, I wondered? Only time would tell.

He was waiting for me as I brought my BMW to a halt. He got in and 
immediately started stroking my hairy legs.

"I couldn't concentrate all day," he said as I spun 
around the corner. "All I could think about was you."

He put his arms around me and kissed my cheek
and then he put his hand up my shorts and found my hot rising cock.

I sighed ecstatically as Thierry jacked me off. It was what I had wanted to 
happen all afternoon. Then he opened my fly and pulled out my massive 
erection. I pulled over into a quiet lay-by and I let him suck it hungrily.

"I love your cock," he said just before I sent a load of cum into his mouth. 
Some of it dribbled down his chin as he continued to suck me hard.
    
"I love your cock too," I replied before I started my car's engine and soon I 
pulled into my driveway.

I unzipped his fly and sucked his cock madly until I felt his cum spurt and 
trickle down my throat.  Thierry's whole body shivered in complete orgasm as 
I continued to suck his cock dry.

"That was exciting," he said breathlessly.

"Would you like some tea?" I asked as we walked into the kitchen together.

"Yes please," he replied kissing my neck.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other as I made the tea. Why was it not 
always like this with a guy, I thought to myself? And then I realized that we 
were truly falling in love with each other.

We drank our tea and then sat in the lounge together.

"I have some photographs to show you," Thierry said opening his briefcase.

They were snaps of himself, his family and friends.
I looked at them with interest as he pointed out who was who. I wanted to 
know everything about my new soul mate.

"Do you have any homework?" I asked him.

"Yes, I have an assignment that should take an hour," he replied.

"Use my study," I suggested, "while I cook the dinner." Thierry kissed me 
deeply.

"I can't wait to fuck you again," he said before he gave me another deep wet 
kiss.

My cock was horny and dribbling with pre-cum all through the cooking and the 
eating of the meal: I was so excited as to what was soon going to happen 
between us.

"I'll take a shower," he whispered and left me to do the washing up.

I could not get the sight of his naked body out of my mind. I looked forward 
to him fucking me again. My shorts were already quite wet with pre-cum. Then 
I sensed his presence behind me and I turned around. I smiled at the most 
beautiful sight in front of me. 

Thierry's large, dark brown nipples were firm with desire. He was wearing 
crotch-less briefs and his stiff cock stuck out from them and his huge balls 
dangled down between his legs. Then I noticed that drops of pre-cum were 
falling out of his foreskin and spattering on the kitchen floor. 

"I love you!" I cried as I put my arms around him.

"I love you too," Thierry whispered as he started to undress me. "I'm so glad 
I met you."

We pressed our naked bodies together and felt our hot cocks getting even 
stiffer. Then I led him into the lounge.

I knelt down in front of him and pulled back his foreskin until his deep 
purple helmet was fully revealed. It still dripped with pre-cum and I licked 
it and then I took his stiff cock deep into my mouth.  He cried out with 
delight as I sucked him whilst caressing his hairy balls.

"Can I fuck you from behind again?" he asked me tenderly squeezing my 
shoulders.

"Please fuck me hard," I said getting down on all fours.

He knelt behind me with a hand on one of my hips and his hot cock in the 
other. He guided it into my blond hairy hole and thrust it into me in one 
long stroke. He heard me gasp with excitement as he fucked in and out of me 
with slow, long strokes.

"Is that good?" he asked pausing for a while to rub my horny cock.

"It's fantastic!" I exclaimed. "Try and make it last as long as you can."

He fucked me slowly for many minutes before he began to lose control. I 
squeezed down on his cock at each inward thrust until Thierry's dick began to 
throb. Then he quickened his pace 
holding hard onto my hips until our balls clashed together violently. I 
squeezed down on him even harder and his cock spurted in ecstasy. A few more 
thrusts and his cock quivered all over.

"Please suck me," I asked him as I rolled over onto my back.

He took my cock deep into his mouth and sucked it madly whilst he rubbed the 
cum that dribbled out of my hole all over my balls. Then I spurted deep into 
his throat and he sucked me again and again before my cock lost its 
stiffness. He kissed me lovingly with his mouth full of my cum.  

We were both in heaven and it was only seven o'clock. And we had two nights 
of sheer bliss ahead of us, I thought in a swoon. Where would this 
relationship go after Thierry went back to France, I wondered?  He read my 
thoughts.

"When I get home, I will tell my parents how much
we love each other," he said seductively. "They know I'm gay. They will let 
you stay with me any time you like."

I kissed him gently and I started getting horny for him again as I looked at 
him laying on his back in his sexy crotch-less briefs. He parted his legs to 
show me his pink pucker and my stiff cock was through it in seconds. Tears of 
happiness ran down his cheeks as I fucked him maniacally. We were simply made 
for each other. We were going to be partners for a long time to come.

Richard Allen