Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2008 23:07:30 -0400
From: Jake Toksmer <jtoksmer@gmail.com>
Subject: College and Grad School 23

Sorry for the delay in posting this... things have been very, very hectic.
Some big life changes, all for the better... but I do have a story to tell
and need to get on with it.

As always, thanks for reading!


Chapter 23: The Rest of Europe

From the title of this chapter you'd think I'd had sex with the rest of
Europe.  But I didn't.  Nope... sorry to disappoint.

I left Ben in Klagenfurt and headed to Germany on my own.  I visited some
friends in various cities and finally met up with my friend Brian in
Frankfurt.  He is one of my best friends (I mentioned him in back when
Jeremy and I finished our trip across the country) and had spent his summer
on an internship with a German trading firm.  It sounded interminably dull
to me, but he enjoyed it.

Anyway, we spent a couple of days in Frankfurt and then headed to Munich
and Berlin.  From there, we went to Amsterdam for a couple of days, meeting
up with a mutual friend of ours who had been an exchange student in our
high school.  He was from northern Germany, but had never been to Amsterdam
and decided to see it with us.  Amsterdam was kind of blah, to be
honest... Clearly I haven't talked about it too much, but I prefer touring
and museums and castles in Europe, not the drugs, raves, or other crazy
things.

Brian and Tomas (our German friend) smoked a few things - I didn't; I just
wasn't interested.  We did drink quite a bit, and I woke up with a hangover
every day.  After a few days, we went to Paris.  We were going to meet with
Brian's girlfriend, who had spent the summer there, and a friend of his
from school.

We rode down on the TGV from Amsterdam to Paris, but Brian almost got
kicked off the train when he couldn't find his Eurail pass.  It wasn't
until the conductor had him in the entryway of the train, ready to kick him
off the train at the next station that he found it buried at the bottom of
his backpack.  But we got to Paris, met up with Brian's friend Matt, and
checked into the hotel Brian's girlfriend Jen had found.  It was REALLY
nice and really cheap, which was a good thing since Paris isn't exactly the
cheapest city I'd ever visited.

The first night we were in Paris we went to a bar in some area Jen was
fairly familiar with and met some of the friends she had made.  I don't
remember where or what it was called, but we were having a good time and
everyone we met was really cool.  One guy in particular was really, really
hot - I immediately had a huge crush on him.  But, he wasn't gay so there
wasn't anything that was going to happen there.  Another guy, however,
named Rene, was pretty cute and was hitting on me.  We struck up a good
conversation and before I knew it, two hours had passed and we were making
out there at the table.

No one paid any attention to us - my friends certainly knew what to expect
from me, and no one else seemed to care.

Instead of making it back to the hotel, however, I ended up going home with
Rene.  He lived in a very ramshackle little flat with who knows how many
other people.  It honestly reminded me of the communal flats I had seen in
St Petersburg.  Rene had his own room, but it was small - a single bed, a
desk, a small wardrobe, and a tiny window up near the ceiling.  On the desk
were a small television and a big stack of books.  The room looked like it
had been a closet at one point, and due to cost of living had been turned
into a room for rent.

And when I say "bed" I really mean "mattress."  Rene didn't have a bed to
speak of, just a mattress on the floor.  It was clean, but cluttered, and
all the blankets and sheets were kind of in disarray on the bed.  It was
kind of homey and kind of gross, but after my summer, it wasn't a surprise
and was kind of fun.

I was only able to notice the look of the room because there was so little
in it, because the moment we opened the door, Rene and I were ripping one
another's clothes off.  Rene was about my height, maybe an inch taller, and
had light brown curly hair.  It was unkempt but not messy, and not too
long.  It was pretty sexy in a way I usually don't find attractive, I
guess.  He also had some beautiful blue eyes and a whole lot of freckles.

He didn't have a great body - no definition of any muscles - but he was
pretty skinny, with not one bit of fat on him.  I wouldn't call him a
twink, but some other people might.

Anyway, the moment I had my shirt off he was rubbing all over my chest,
tracing what little outline I had left in between my muscles there.  He
undid my belt and pushed my jeans and my underwear down, and then stopped.
He looked at my dick for a second and seemed to decide it was safe, and
then wrapped his lips around it.

He sucked for awhile, coming off frequently to jack my stiff dick with his
hand.  I stepped out of my pants, but kept standing - he was naked on his
knees, but seemed to be enjoying himself.  I didn't want to stop him, as I
was enjoying it, too.

After a little while of alternately jacking and sucking my cock, Rene just
started to use his mouth, but kind of inconsistently.  He was concentrating
more on his own stiff dick (uncircumcised) than mine, which was okay... but
I really wanted some more attention.  So I put my hand down to my dick and
stroked myself, using Rene's spit as a bit of lube.

It didn't take long until I was making some noises and was trying
desperately to hold back.  Rene noticed, though, and dropped his own dick
to jack off mine.  He spit on his hand and started pounding my cock,
basically pushing my hand out of the way.  I held on as long as I could,
and Rene lined himself up in front of my dick as I erupted a string of cum
at him.  He opened up his mouth and most of it went right in, but some
landed on his nose and some on his cheek, but after the second or third
spurt his lips were back around my dick, sucking me dry.

He went back to stroking himself and was making some noises, and when he'd
had his fill of drinking my sperm a few minutes later he rolled himself
back onto his bed, stroking his dick furiously, precum flying out of his
dick from his excitement.  I got down on my knees, watching, not daring to
interrupt as he was really into it.  When he came, it was quite a bit.  It
didn't go but an inch up his body towards his navel, but it was a good size
load.  I let him calm down and then leaned in close and lapped his cum up
off his body.

I held the very last bit of it in my mouth after licking it off of him,
crawling up his body to his mouth, and kissing him, tongues dancing around
one another, some of our cum mixing with the others.  It was pretty hot,
despite having just come I was still pretty horny.

But we calmed down and laid on his bed next to each other, not kissing, not
cuddling, just lying there naked, Rene's arm under my head.  We watched a
movie, or part of a movie, in French before starting to drift off to sleep.

The next morning I woke up to the barest hint of sunlight coming in through
that window towards the ceiling.  Rene was sitting in the chair at his
desk, reading a book, but still naked.  He didn't notice me wake up,
though, so I laid there quietly not wanting to disturb his study and to
keep admiring his naked form.  He reminded me a bit of a statue there in
the low light, naked, intensely studying.  He was actually rather beautiful
at that moment, a bit like a Greek sculpture of a young man.

When he finally saw that I was awake he slipped out of the chair and back
onto the bed.  We made out for a little while and then jerked off together,
cumming all over one another's bodies.  It wasn't until that I wondered
what time it was - and it was still very early, maybe 7AM.  Rene and I left
the room to go shower - the bathroom being down the hall and having a very,
very tiny shower stall.  We each cleaned up and Rene walked me to the
Metro, giving me explicit instructions on how to get back to the hotel
where Brian and Tomas were staying.

I found them and Brian's girlfriend Jen having breakfast about two doors
down from the hotel, ready to go sightseeing.  Well, Brian and Tomas were
ready for that; Jen still had some class to attend and said she'd meet us
later.

After spending the day seeing the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre, we met up
with Jen and her friends, including Rene.  I was glad to see him, though I
wasn't going to be going home with him - the next morning I had an early
flight.  We had already talked about that, so it wasn't anything to worry
about - we knew where we were coming from and we'd had some fun, but
nothing more.

That night, after a really tasty dinner, we all went to the area in front
of the Eiffel Tower to hang out and chill.  Rene and I made out a little
bit, but really nothing that interrupted conversation.  We enjoyed a couple
bottles of cheap but tasty wine and some music - one guy came by with a
guitar, the other with an accordion.  And promptly at whatever time it was,
the lights went out.  Seriously, Paris shut down at once.

We packed up, everyone bade everyone else farewell, I kissed Rene one last
time, and we left for our hotel.

The next morning my flight was around 10AM, so I got up earlier than
everyone else (Brian's flight wasn't for another four days or so - he and
Jen were going to go to the coast together) and got ready.  I woke up Brian
and Tomas to say goodbye and then went to the airport.

My flight back was easy enough, and completely uneventful other than some
major turbulence over NYC.  What's up with that anyway?