Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2013 20:20:33 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: Handsome in Paris

			     Handsome in Paris
				    By
			      Alfredo Garcia

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Paris, July 14.  My friend and I were walking to the Gare du Nord where we
had left our luggage intending to catch the night train to London.  The day
before we had arrived by train from Spain, and spent the day in a state of
exuberant youthful happiness, in the magical streets and gardens of early
summer Paris. I remember none of the details except that we played in
fountain on the Champs Elysees, near the Place de la Concorde. That night
we stayed the night in a cheap but absurdly named Grand Hotel where, to
save money, we slept in the same bed in a room with flowered wallpaper.  We
showered in our tiny, crowded space that afforded little privacy.  The
sight of his naked body, cost me sleep. I imagined my skin next to his, our
arms holding each other under the covers. This was the first time I had
felt such a sexual attraction to my friend.

As we turned corner from Boulevard de Magenta into Boulevard de Sabastopol
someone shouted "Handsome!" I turned my head and saw a boy who smiled
me. He stood with two others on the corner.  My friend seemed not to have
noticed and I immediately looked away but his image was fixed in my mind. I
guessed he was about my age, or perhaps a little older, my height, but he
looked stronger than me, and had dark, straight hair and large expressive
eyes flashing from a round face. I was stunned. He had called me
"handsome".  Me? Why? In this strange land can a male say such thing to
another male?

Did he like me or want to be with me, maybe touch me, kiss me, make love
to me? It left me shaken but strangely gratified.

As we continued down the street, I felt myself blushed by the compliment,
as a girl might respond who believed the flattery. Just before we reached
the station, I saw the boy again, this time walking alone on the other side
of the road but moving in our direction. Our eyes met for an instant but in
that moment something mystical transpired. It was as if some strange spirit
had entered and vitalized me.  There was still an hour before our train
departed, and as we already had our tickets so, flushed with excitement, I
excused myself to go the bathroom, asking my friend to collect our bags.  I
washed my hands, refreshed my face and combed my hair before the mirror. My
eyes were covered with wet fingers when I heard "Comment vas-tu, handsome?"

I felt a hand on my waist and opened my eyes.  There in the mirror, smiling
was he who had complimented me.  My heart pounded as his hand slid up my
back under my shirt. I attempted to move away, but his other hand held my
hip as I glanced around but the two or three other people at the sinks, did
not seem to have noticed anything.

"Tranquile, mon ami", he whispered in my ear, while his hand under my shirt
caressed my chest, and gently squeezed my nipples. My penis began to
engorge with blood and I stood still as if paralyzed while he playfully
pinched my erect nipples and pressed his body to mine. I felt his hard
penis against my leg and his lips on my neck.

"Vous aimez-moi de vous toucher de cette façon?"

He groped my erect penis through my pants. I winced at the impertinence of
his action but did not repel him.

"Oui, vous l'aimez" , he whispered in my ear, grinning with the realization
of his conquest.

I did not want him to stop but I suddenly feared that my friend might come
looking for me. "Oui, mon amour, viens avec moi" he said, perhaps sensing
my anxiety . With one arm around my waist he drew me towards a cubicle and
closed the door.

"Votre ami ne peut pas nous trouver ici."

He held my face with his hands, and he kissed me, but I did not
reciprocate.  Then he pushed his tongue in my mouth, and pinched my nipples
again. It hurt but it made me want to suck his fat, insistent tongue.  He
turned me around, and shoved me hard against the door.  Urgently, he pulled
down my pants and I felt his smooth hands on my buttocks.  I pressed my
face against the door and closed my eyes knowing his intension and could do
nothing but submit.  He had called me "handsome" and now I wanted him to
take his pleasure with me.

He stuck his finger in my mouth and sucked on it knowing its destination
was to penetrate my ass. When he pressed into me I expected it to hurt but
it did not. With his tongue in my ear, I felt him fumble with his clothes
and the sensation of his hard, hot cock rubbing my ass.

"Vous aime, n'est pas, mon handsome".

Next he pressed three fingers in my mouth, and I smelled my ass but sucked
them to cover them with saliva. It hurt a little when he penetrated me more
violently than before. Next he bent me forwards and forcefully speared me
with his cock.  I would have liked more kisses, caresses and words of love
but I was passive, vulnerable, and delivered to him.  I let him handle me
at his will.

My friend entered the toilets and called out my name just as the boy
started to penetrate. He could not enter me at first but kept pressing,
despite my pain. A wave of panic swept over me but I fought it and tried to
relax and open myself as much as I could.  I wanted to feel him inside me
but I was terrified my friend would hear us in the cubicle. Finally, the
boy's cock passed the first ring of my anus, and after a breathless pause,
he slid his cock deeply inside me. A moan escaped my throat and he covered
my mouth with his hand. And then he started to fuck me. Despite the pain, I
was exultant. I had done it. His sweaty body covered mine. He was inside
me, and filled me completely. I turned my head, and I offered him my
tongue, and he sucked me hard. It was as if he had opened a door, both to
my body and to my soul and I would never be the same. His thrusts became
increasingly stronger, deeper, more rapid but now it no longer hurt me. I
wanted it and felt as I never had before giving myself to this stranger.

There was 20 minutes before the train would leave and I gave myself five
minutes in the paradise as he thrust into me.  My God, I loved, yes, yes,
yes. I begged him not to stop and pushed out my ass to receive his
demanding cock. I looked down and saw my own erect penis as it rocked with
the rhythm of my lover's thrusts. Filaments of pre-cum hung from the tip of
my cock, grew fatter then detached and fell on the floor. In these few
minutes my childhood, my adolescence, my youth, attained their realization,
despite the ugliness of the place.  "I am beautiful", he had said it, he
desired me, he was inside me, and he enjoyed my body. For that ecstatic
moment I no longer cared if I missed the train or even if he door were to
fly and my friend would see me there being fucked in a toilet cubicle. A
wave of heat swept my body and reddened my face. I was going to cum, though
untouched, there was nothing that could stop the flood of semen from
flowing in torrents from my penis.  My anus contracted in spasmodic bursts
as my seed spattered the toilet bowl and his spurted into me emitting a
groan of rage.

There were ten minutes to the train departure.  I quickly pulled up my
pants as he slumped exhausted against the wall, I breathed a hasty "Merci"
bent to kiss his lips, and walked out quickly. At the door of the toilets I
heard his voice call "Au revoir handsome" and the image of his hard and
dripping penis flashed into my head. I spun around and returned to the
cubicle where I knelt between his legs, and for a minute I licked and
cleaned his penis, which started to become erect again.  He tried to hold
me, but this time I slipped free from his arms.

My friend was desperately looking for me in the middle of the hall of the
station carrying both our backpacks. "Where were you? Quick, quick, we will
miss the train!"

As I ran up to the platform, I felt semen seeping from my anus to wet my
pants. We swung into the carriage just as the train moved off.  In our
compartment and gained our breath, and my friend asked me about the wet
spot on the seat of my pants, "I have had terrible attack of in the
bathroom," I answered, hoping he did not notice the distinct aroma of
semen.  Fortunately we were alone and I pulled clean pants from my pack and
went to the toilet to change.  On the way, a man passed me as I made my way
along the corridor. I noticed the twinkle in his eyes. Did he also find me
"handsome", and would like to fuck me. I looked away but smiled to myself.

Once in the toilet, I took off my pants and put them to my nose; the smell
was unmistakable. I slipped my finger in my ass, still well lubricated with
semen, and then licked my fingers. I masturbated with the other hand,
looking in the mirror, and imagining the man I had seen in the hallway
pressing his cock into me.

As I returned along the corridor, the train slowed into a station. The man
I had passed was now waiting by the door and looked at me shamelessly. I
returned his gaze and smiled.  He disembarked but remained standing on the
platform, staring back at me. As the train started, I threw him a kiss,
with my hand.  He was slow to react but finally raised his palm to his
mouth and yelled something at the departing train. By now he was far away
and I could not hear him, but perhaps he said "handsome".

Back in compartment, I marveled at how, in less than two hours, I had gone
from a shy, straight boy, with no sexual experience, to be one hungry for
cock and cum, and eager to be seduced and fucked.  My friend was
sleeping. I stared down at his face with a mixture of resentment and
contempt.  If only somehow our stars had been aligned that night at Grand
Hotel.  There he might have made love to me in that room papered with
flowers.  Then how different my life might have been. A few moments later I
too fell asleep, lulled by the rattles of the train, a new sensation in my
ass, the taste of cum lingering in my mouth and the word "handsome" still
ringing in my ears.


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