Date: Sat, 28 May 2016 11:31:42 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Jake's New Daddy 23

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JAKE'S NEW DADDY

Chapter 23


"Are you excited?" Alan asked as the Eurostar pulled out of St Pancras
International station heading for Paris.

"Very!" Jake smiled. "It will be great to visit places I've only seen in
movies."

Alan pulled the boy closer and hugged him. "I think we'll have a great
time."

Jake was content to gaze out of the window and enjoy the scenery, except of
course when they were in the tunnel under the English Channel. He went to
buy drinks from the buffet car at that point. His excitement grew as they
approached the Gare du Nord. "Isn't that the...em, Sacre Coeur?" Jake asked
as he pointed to the white building on a hill to the right.

"It is indeed. I'm planning to take you there tomorrow morning," said
Alan. "Now we'd better get our things together. We'll be in the station in
a moment."

Jake gazed wide-eyed as he walked through the station with Alan and out to
the taxi rank. A short time later they were in their room in a small
gay-friendly hotel in the Marais district. "There is a fire station
nearby," remarked Jake as he looked out of the window.

"Yes, and if you want to see some hunky firemen jogging in shorts you can
look out of the window around eight each morning," Alan responded.

"I'm happy with the hunky man I'm with right now," Jake said before giving
Alan a kiss and a tight hug.

"Right, let's unpack and then have lunch," said Alan. "To avoid the queues,
I have pre-booked tickets to visit the Eiffel Tower at 3pm."

The visit to the Eiffel Tower was followed by a trip to the Arc de Triomphe
and then a romantic dinner on board one of the boats sailing up and down
the River Seine. Jake was thrilled by the way in which Alan made him feel
so special. Naturally the day ended with the pair making love.


After a leisurely breakfast Alan and Jake took the metro to Anvers and
walked up the hill to Sacre Coeur. The climb was steeper than Alan
remembered and he was glad that Jake was content to stop half way and
admire the view for a while before continuing. They walked around the
interior of the basilica and then climbed to the top of the dome for a 360
degree view over the city.

Jake was impressed by the Sacre Coeur but he enjoyed seeing the artists at
work in the nearby Place du Tertre more. He was persuaded by Alan to sit
and have his portrait drawn by one of the artists. This didn't take long
and Alan was pleased by the result. "I'm going to have this framed and put
up on the wall," he announced.

"Does that mean I no longer have to pose for Howard?" Jake asked with a
smile.

"Good try! No, it doesn't mean that. This is a nice head and shoulders
drawing but I still want an oil painting of you in all your naked glory,"
responded Alan.

"Of us. You said you'd be standing naked beside me," corrected Jake.

"Yes, that's true," said Alan. "Now let's sit down at one of these
cafˇs. We can have a coffee and watch the other tourists."

A short time later they were walking down the hill towards Pigalle. Alan
pointed out the Moulin Rouge, famous for its naughty cabaret shows, and
then suddenly had an idea. "There is a museum near here I think you'll
enjoy," he told Jake.

"Erotic Museum." Jake was amused when he saw where Alan was leading him.

"Yes. It's mostly stuff about sex between men and women but I'm sure we'll
find enough to amuse you," said Alan.

Jake enjoyed walking around the unusual museum with Alan. There were lots
of photos, old movie clips, so-called sexy underwear and the like but Jake
paid more attention to the many fake cocks on display. In one area there
was a table surrounded by chairs which had a wooden dildo fixed into the
centre of the seats. "Maybe I should buy a chair like that for you,"
suggested Alan.

Jake laughed. "You know I prefer the real thing." When they came to a
wooden carving of a man bent over sucking his own cock, Jake stood and
looked at it in awe. "I didn't know it was possible to do that," he said.

"No? I did that when I was younger," said Alan. "You need to be supple and
I can't do it now. I think we'll have to see if you can do it."

Jake smiled. "Okay, as long as I can suck yours after."

Lunch was followed by a visit to the Musee d'Orsay. Jake was surprised to
learn that the building had originally been a railway station. He enjoyed
his visit, being fond of the impressionist paintings. Alan pointed to
several sculptures of young male nudes and said it would be great to have a
nude statue of Jake for the garden of their country house. Jake was
relieved to hear that Howard wasn't into sculpting.

They returned to the hotel to freshen up before dinner and Jake wanted to
suck Alan's cock. "No, Jake. You'll get my load later. I have plans," Alan
said but he wouldn't say what his plans were.

They had a leisurely dinner and then went for a walk through the city
centre. Jake had forgotten about his daddy's plans until they arrived
outside the entrance to a discreet club in a narrow street in the Marais
district. He saw a small rainbow flag above the doorway as he followed Alan
inside.

The man on the cash desk clearly knew Alan as he come round to kiss him on
both cheeks, smiling and talking rapidly in French. After a few minutes,
Alan pointed to Jake as he spoke and the other man nodded his
agreement. "He says you are welcome to enter the club even though you are
technically under age for this place," Alan explained to Jake. "Please
thank him."

"Merci, Monsieur," said Jake.

The man beamed at Jake and shook his hand warmly, saying something that
Jake did not understand. He only knew a few words and phrases of French.

They went through to the bar where Alan bought a whisky for himself and a
lemonade for Jake. Several men at the bar made admiring comments about Jake
and this pleased Alan.

The pair chatted for about ten minutes and then Alan looked at his
watch. "The show starts in less than ten minutes. Let's find somewhere more
private to enjoy it," Alan said. He finished his drink and then led Jake to
a dimly-lit corridor beside the bar. A number of cubicles with curtains at
the back were in a semi-circle off this corridor and they went into one of
them.

"What kind of show is it?" Jake asked as he sat in one of the two seats
facing a rectangular window which looked onto a central stage.

"A strip show." Alan grinned and squeezed Jake's thigh. "This club usually
has some hot young men."

"Wow!" Jake was surprised such a place existed. Then he thought a moment
and smiled as he asked, "As hot as me?"

"Of course not," said Alan. "This place would be packed if a cute young guy
like you were to strip off on stage. Hmm, there's an idea. If I suggested
to the boss that you perform on stage, he'd give me free drinks all night."

"You wouldn't!" Jake didn't know if Alan was serious or not.

"Yes, I can just picture you on stage shaking your cute little bum and then
turning round to wave your stiff cock at everyone," mused Alan.

"No..." Jake shook his head.

"I'm only joking." Alan pulled the boy close and gave him a kiss as he
hugged him. "I'd never ask you to do that." But he was getting stiff at the
fantasy of Jake naked on stage in front of a large group of men.

Jake breathed a sigh of relief.

A spotlight went on in the centre of the stage. "We can see out but the
guys on stage can't see through this glass," explained Alan in a low
voice. "It's quite private so we can pull our cocks out and have a wank if
we wish."

"If I don't find the guys attractive, can I suck your cock instead of
wanking?" Jake asked.

"Of course." Alan grinned.

A young man in his mid-twenties came on stage wearing a sailor's
uniform. He danced and moved around the stage as he slowly removed his
clothes. Jake thought he was quite handsome but he was really only
interested in seeing if he had a big cock. As it turned out, the guy's cock
never got more than semi-hard and it seemed to be smaller than Jake's. The
next stripper was taller and more muscular, dressed as a policeman. He was
a little older with a hairy chest so Jake found him more
attractive. However his cock remained flaccid. Bored, Jake got on his knees
between Alan's legs. Seconds later he was sucking his daddy's huge cock.

While enjoying the oral action and the sight of a young blond on stage,
Alan thought he heard some movement behind him. He turned round and saw a
man watching him and Jake through a gap at the centre of the curtains. The
man didn't look away when he saw Alan watching him. Alan smiled and turned
back to Jake. "Let me undress you. It will turn me on seeing you naked and
we're alone in here."

"Are you sure it will be okay?" Jake looked up at Alan.

"Positive," Alan answered and helped pull Jake to his feet. Jake was only
wearing a short-sleeved shirt and trousers on top of his underwear so it
didn't take long before Jake was standing in front of Alan wearing only
socks and a tiny white thong. Alan hoped the man was still watching as he
kissed the bulge in front of Jake's mini-briefs and then pulled them down.

Jake's stiff, leaking cock bounced up against his flat stomach. "This feels
very naughty," Jake whispered.

"It is naughty," Alan whispered back. "That's what makes it such a
turn-on." He then proceeded to lick and suck Jake's cock for a few minutes
before spinning the boy round. He parted the arse cheeks, wondering how
much the stranger could see, and then started tonguing Jake.

Little gasps and moans came from Jake. Then Alan said, "I really want to
fuck you now. Are you okay with that?"

Jake no longer cared about where he was. He was extremely horny so he
replied, "Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me."

"Come round and rest with your hands on the back of the chair," said
Alan. "We can watch the strip show while we fuck." As Jake got into
position, Alan looked back to see if the man was still watching.

There wasn't just one man peeping through the gap in the curtains
now. There were two. One of them smiled and the other gave a thumbs
up. Alan nodded and turned back to Jake. "As we don't have any lube with
us, please give my cock another suck," he said as he pointed his stiff 9.5
inch (24 cm) cock towards Jake. He held his cock round the base so that the
men watching could see how big and thick it was.

Jake was too busy thinking about making his daddy happy to notice the men
watching when he bent down. He assumed he and Alan were completely
alone. When he was bent over the chair a few moments later, he noticed that
the latest stripper was fully erect and waving his cock around.

Alan wasn't paying attention to the stripper. He had stepped out of his
trousers and boxers to give his small audience a good view of his lower
body. He spread Jake's arsecheeks wide, spat on the puckered hole, lined up
his cock and then slowly pushed forward.

Jake groaned a little and pushed back despite some discomfort. He would
have preferred more lubrication but he was very horny. Luckily for Alan,
Jake didn't hear the muffled sounds of the two men watching a short
distance away.

Alan started fucking Jake slowly. "Harder, Daddy," Jake said in little more
than a whisper so Alan started thrusting harder. Then he went harder and
faster until he was really pounding into the boy. Jake whimpered once or
twice but he said, "Yes, I love it" and "Fuck me harder" too.  Neither of
them was paying any attention to the strip show.

Alan was very aroused. He always enjoyed fucking his boy but he got a
special thrill from doing it with two unknown men watching him. "I'm going
to cum, Daddy," Jake gasped. Alan didn't respond to Jake as he was thinking
of his audience. He moved his hands up from Jake's waist to his shoulders
and began thrusting in as hard and as deep as he could.  Jake cried and
began spunking off. Blast after blast of white boy-cum hit the back of the
chair and then dribbled to the floor.

Alan pulled out of Jake and spun him round. "Kneel in front of me, son," he
said while continuing to wank his cock. Jake was only just in position when
Alan's first shot of thick cum landed across his face. Another followed,
falling on Jake's nose. Jake opened his mouth and managed to catch most of
the rest.

"That was great, Jake," Alan said as he pulled the boy to his feet.

"I loved it too. Thanks, Daddy," said Jake. Then he smiled as Alan licked
his face clean. Alan glanced at the curtains as he pulled Jake in for a
kiss and saw them being pulled shut.

Jake giggled as he got dressed. "We missed most of the show but I think we
had better fun than the guys on the stage." He turned round and saw the
latest stripper wanking his cock for the unseen audience. "That's not much
fun, is it?"

Alan just smiled and shook his head. When they returned to the bar, two
drinks were waiting for them. Alan silently raised his glass to the two men
who had watched the better show.


***


After a late breakfast on Sunday morning, Alan announced they were going to
the beach. Jake was puzzled because he thought they were very far from the
coast. "We are going to one of the Paris-Plages - the artificial beaches
created on the banks of the River Seine in July and August each year,"
explained Alan. "You may remember we saw some people sitting on deck chairs
near the Louvre when we were on the boat on Friday evening. There is a
large sandy area there and many people sunbathe during the day. We are
going a little further, to the Bassin de la Villette. Apart from a bigger
sandy beach, there is a proper watersports complex and many quai-side
restaurants."

"A watersports complex. Sounds like fun." Jake winked.

Alan laughed. "Not that kind of watersports!"

"Pity. But I didn't bring any swimwear," said Jake.

"I brought a pair for you. They are in my bag along with towels and
sunblock. Are you ready to leave?" Alan picked up the bag and his
camera. Jake confirmed that he was.


A short time later they were walking along the river bank and looking for a
place to sunbathe. Some areas were already quite busy. Alan found a spot
well away from all the children and with only three middle-aged men resting
in some shade. "This will do," he said to Jake. "Shall I get us some drinks
and snacks before we get settled? I can see a stall not far away."

"Yes please, Daddy," replied Jake. "I'm feeling a bit thirsty."

"Okay, you get settled here and I'll be back in a tick," said Alan as he
dropped his bag. He wondered if Jake would have the courage to change into
his swim briefs before he got back.

When Alan returned, he saw that Jake had spread out the towels and was
sitting wearing only his shorts. "One of those men whistled at me when I
took off my t-shirt," Jake said, nodding at the three men nearby.

"He has good taste." Alan smiled as sat down with the food and drinks. "But
why haven't you changed into your swim briefs?"

"I had to wait until you got back before looking for a toilet to change
in," replied Jake.

Alan shook his head. "The toilets are some way off. Just change here. You
can put a towel around your waist if you're afraid of anyone seeing your
goodies."

Jake reluctantly stood up and put a towel around his waist before dropping
his shorts and then his briefs. He fumbled with the towel when getting into
the tiny red speedos which Alan had chosen for him and it slipped, giving
the men watching a glimpse of his buttocks. This brought a cheer from
them. Jake blushed as pulled his speedos up and sat down. Alan just smiled
before he stood up and dropped his shorts. He was wearing his swimwear -
dark blue boxer-brief type which emphasised his good physique - under his
shorts.

The pair enjoyed their light meal mostly in silence while enjoying the
ever-changing view of the river. Then Alan said that Jake needed to have
sunblock applied. "If you do my back, I'll do the rest," said Jake.

"I'll do all of you," insisted Alan. "You know I enjoy it."

Jake smiled and sat still while Alan rubbed the cream onto his back. "Now
lie down and I'll do your chest.

Jake lay back with his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his daddy's hands
on his body. He gave a little "ouch!" when Alan tweaked his nipples and
then felt himself starting to stiffen.

Alan played with the nipples for a few minutes before moving down to Jake's
silky smooth thighs. Jake automatically spread his legs wider as Alan
rubbed the sunblock onto them. The fingers came closer and closer to his
bulge each time Alan moved in an upward direction and Jake was soon fully
hard.

A whistle came from one of the men when Alan gave the erection a squeeze
and said, "That's you done." Jake gave a look of horror when he realised
the men had seen his hard-on and turned over to lie face down. Alan just
grinned and gently patted Jake's bum. "Relax," he said. "They are too far
away to see much."

A short while later both were lying on their backs soaking up the warm
sunshine. "I hope you have enjoyed this weekend," said Alan. "I wish it
could have been longer but we have to return home this evening."

"It has been great, Daddy. It really has," said Jake. "But I know you have
to work tomorrow." He paused and then went on. "I talked to you before
about getting a job. I had lunch at a restaurant in Chinatown on Thursday -
one I've been to a few times - and the owner offered me a part-time job,
working as a waiter during the lunch shift from Monday to Friday. Can I
take it? I don't like having to rely on you for money all the time."

"Just the lunch shift?" Alan asked.

"Yes. I'd work from 11.30 until 3pm," replied Jake. "I'd be home long
before you with plenty of time to cook dinner."

"In that case, I have no objections," said Alan.

"Thanks, Daddy." With a big smile, Jake moved closer and gave Alan a
kiss. He had had forgotten about the men watching and was rewarded by a
cheer. He blushed as he lay back down.

Alan reached over and squeezed Jake's hand. "I am very proud of you," he
said.



To be continued