Date: Sun, 26 Sep 1999 23:18:27 GMT
From: Mark Hernandez <mhern21@hotmail.com>
Subject: MARK AND JARED-7

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.