Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2002 20:24:08 +0100 (BST)
From: jak <jack19uk@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Baissez'

This is the first story I've written in a while. I should probably be doing
something more important, like trying to do the next thousand words of my
final year dissertation or something, but I've got the urge to write this
instead... besides, it's much more enjoyable! So I hope you like it. If you
do let me know. My email address hasn't changed, still jack19uk@yahoo.com -
and if you recognise that address then I probably know you, so hello! Let
me know if you don't like it too, it'll at least give me something to read
when I wander away from doing uni work and back onto the net as I usually
do.

If I remember how these things go, now is the time that I should warn you
that if you're too young, too impressionable or too straight, you shouldn't
read this. Otherwise, being the broad- minded person you are, you should be
aware that this story contains descriptions of gay sex (woohoo!) between
two (or more, I haven't decided yet) consenting adults. That is all.

P.S. and I promise I'll get on with the story. I'm not letting on where the
idea for this came from and you probably won't guess... well unless you
know me really well, in which case I'll deny all knowledge of having ever
written this. But apparently the title, 'baissez' is sort of French slang
for 'fuck'. Now I've never heard that used myself, but hey, I'm British! So
if you do know, could you let me know? Please!

Here we go then...

Baissez

It had been about a week since I'd arrived here. A small town just to the
southwest of Paris where nothing much seemed to happen. Being late
September the weather was on the turn, rather like the leaves on the trees,
a gentle nip in the night time air and a sharp breeze that made you shiver
when it caught you unaware. The pavement was damp underfoot and the dead
leaves that had fallen to the ground made the walk to the phone box a
little slippery.  Apart from the headlights of the cars coming at you on
the wrong side of the road you'd never know this wasn't England I thought
to myself.

I suppose twenty is the age when things start to happen; at least they
started happening for me. Half way through my degree I'd jumped at the
opportunity to take a year out of the classroom and get some practical
experience of life away from my home, my familiar surroundings. Plenty of
guys my age did that by going to a university a train ride, or a car
journey from home. I hadn't done it then. But I was doing it now. A year in
France to "broaden my horizons" I think the phrase was. Not that I felt my
horizons were expanding in my favour just lately.

Stuck in a hostel for the first week I arrived, hadn't sounded like much of
a burden to me. You know the old scene, large dorm rooms, bunk beds and
guys walking around in just their boxers. I'd been with my girlfriend for
such a long time; it had been ages since I'd let my attention wander to
other blokes. But I was away from her now for a good while, so it didn't
really matter if I enjoyed myself looking. That was my excuse anyway. It
would have been nice to have anything to look at though. The reality was a
couple of old overweight guys in one room and me stuck with someone about
five years older with the ability to talk about nothing for hours, looking
decidedly unattractive whilst doing it. And the place needed a good
cleaning too.

Not that I'm bragging or anything, but I was easily the best looking guy in
there. Six feet tall, no body-builder I'll admit, but I kept myself in
pretty good shape, swimming, and tennis, that sort of thing. And all right,
so I like to keep myself looking good, short cropped dirty blond hair,
brown eyes and a complexion freshly shaved every morning. But I was
spending my time meeting new people all day everyday; I wanted to make the
right impression.

So I walked into the phone box. Took a deep breath, picked up the receiver
and dialled. Even if I did let my eyes wander over the tight denim jeans of
other guys once in a while, I'd never acted on it and I reckon that my
girlfriend is one of the best people I've ever met. But girls are girls and
boys are boys. And here's me stuck right in the middle... but leaning
over.

I talked to her about nothing for a while. It had only been a couple of
weeks, but I'll admit to missing her. Maybe it would have been different if
I'd found myself staying with a different set of guys in the hostel. But
when you're alone you tend to think about what you've left behind.  Not
that I would admit any of that to her of course. After about fifteen
minutes though the conversation began to fade and I became aware of someone
outside the phone box.

A gentle tapping on the glass and I turned to see a young guy, couldn't
have been more than a couple of years older than me. I raised my hand as if
to assure him that I wouldn't be too much longer. He smiled and gestured
that it was ok. In the light of the phone box I could make out that the guy
waiting; about my height, wearing a leather black jacket sporting a golden
suntan, a throw back to summer perhaps. His black hair was short and cut in
a choppy style, like one of those fashion models in a magazine. He had
really wide brown eyes and a trusting white smile.

With nothing more to say I told my girlfriend that I would call her
soon. Managing to avoid any of that mushy "you hang up first" stuff that I
hate, I put the phone down and opened the door.  That slight chill in the
air brushed across my face as I stepped out into the late evening once
again. I held the door open for the guy who had been waiting outside and
apologised in my best French for delaying him. He raised his hands, "no, no
its ok" he said, his French accent woke my mind into concentrating on his
words.

I understood when he said that he didn't want to use the phone, but was
wondering if I had a lighter as he raised an unlit cigarette to his broad
moist lips. I told him that I didn't smoke. He put the cigarette back down
and smiled. I wondered whether my French had let me down again and said
something wrong. I hadn't. He had me smiling a little more nervously now as
he looked straight at me "comment environ un baissez!?". His voice sounded
rough, smooth and enticing all at the same time. My mind worked overtime,
trying to work out the words and put them together in a sentence. I had a
vague realisation of what he had said, but could only manage a very lame
"quel?" Then he said something I didn't understand. To which I replied,
"pardon?". He then gestured a blow job!!! I was like what!!!?

My straight boy instincts tried to kick in and I was ready to walk away.
But I caught myself, mesmerised by this man in front of me, pawing his
crotch through his faded black jeans. He took my hesitation as a signal and
gestured for me to go with him. Before I knew what I was doing we were
walking further down the road, his arm around my shoulders, friendly enough
but probably trying to make sure I didn't change my mind.

We came to what looked like the entrance to a narrow alleyway. My new mate
looked up and down the road quickly, as if checking to make sure there
wasn't anyone he knew around, and sharply turned down the alley. Only going
a little way down, the light was dim, but I could see well enough. He
stopped and pushed my back against the brick wall. I shivered a little as
he moved his face near to mine. I could feel his breath on my lips as he
moved in closer for a kiss. I resisted him. Everything was moving too
fast. I hadn't been this close to another guy since I the clumsy fumbling
with my best friend one summer night nearly a decade ago.

He must have sensed my uncertainty. Instead he just placed his head on my
shoulder and we stood cheek to cheek. The feeling of his stubbly face
brushing against my own was starting to work its magic on me. I gasped
gently as I felt his hand on the front of my jeans as he began to rub my
dick. Tentatively I reciprocated. I could feel him through the thick
denim. He was already fully hard; his cock felt like it was straining to
break free of its artificial confines.

When he felt my hand on his dick, he began to nuzzle at my neck. I rubbed
my hand firmly along the length of his denim-covered shaft. He flicked his
tongue harder over my skin in response. I didn't know what else to do but
keep stroking him, feeling the way his prick jerked involuntary every time
I pushed the rough material against his ultra sensitive tip.

I felt him reach for my zipper, all the time he never moved his mouth from
the side of my neck and I couldn't stop stroking him. His crotch was like a
magnetic force, guiding my hand to feel him, feel his dick, and feel his
tight balls over and over again. The cooling evening breeze hit against my
crotch as he brought my zipper all the way down and reached inside. I
hadn't worn any underwear that evening; planning on making my call and
going back to the hostel and getting into bed. As it turned out, going
commando had other advantages tonight.

He pulled out my seven-inch cock and exposed it to the evening air. The
touch of his hand against my shaft was electric. No one, and I mean no one,
had ever taken hold of my dick and made it feel as good as he did. My hard
shaft throbbed in his hand; I knew that I was leaking precum, dripping onto
his hand as he began to stroke me hard. No sign of a gentle build up, he
just went for it. Pull my prick back and forth. I rolled my head back as he
worked me over and made me feel as if the world revolved around my cock.

I was so close. So very close to painting that brick wall white. I was
panting and groaning.  Surely the people living around must have heard me,
but I didn't care. An English boy in the middle of France getting his rocks
off with a local guy, outdoors on an autumn evening. But he stopped. Just
took his hand away and left my dick, sticking straight up out of the front
of my jeans. Precum sliding down my shaft and dripping through my pubes. He
brought both his hands to my face and pulled my lips to his. I could make
out the faint odour of my own dick on his hands, which served to intoxicate
me more. I tried to push my hips up against him; to bring some pressure
back on my cock so cruelly denied a release. Yet he had other ideas.

He broke our kiss and coarsely whispered to me "J'aime ton prepuce." The
guy was telling me that he was into my foreskin, but it sounded so sexy as
he said it to me. It was as if those words took away all my inhibitions. I
pressed my mouth firmly against his and flicked my tongue into his mouth.
As I did so he grasped hold of my cock once again. This time though he only
gave it a quick tug, covering the head of my cock with the foreskin he
liked so much.  He reached for my belt, undid the buckle and popped open
the silver metal button. My jeans quickly fell to the ground, leaving me
naked from the waist down.

Throughout all of this, I never once let my hand away from his crotch. He
began grinding against me as our tongue pushed first from his mouth, into
my own and back again. I got the idea. He didn't wear a belt and I
practically ripped at the five buttons that concealed his package. I
separated the two sides of his jeans, breaking our kiss I pulled them to
the floor and crouched down so that I was face to face with his equipment.

Wearing grey CK boxer briefs, his dick looked enormous, as it appeared to
snake diagonally across the thin material. A broad damp patch surrounded
the top of his dick were his precum had soaked into the fabric. I could
smell that familiar smell of a man, locked up in tight shorts for too
long. Immediately I dived in and encapsulated the tip of his cock in my
mouth, literally sucking his fresh precum from the cotton material of his
pants. It tasty salty and sweet all in an instant. Moving his hands to my
head he ran his fingers through my hair as he bucked his hips forward,
pressing his shaft against my lips. He moaned, loudly as he pushed himself
towards me and pulled me closer to him.

My initial hesitation long since forgotten I reached up towards the
waistband of his CK's and pulled them down. Now, like me, naked from the
waist down, jeans and undies around his ankles, his thick cock leapt
forward, brushing my face, pointing straight upwards against his belly and
into the evening air. He let out a deep guttural moan and my head spun with
the sound of this man and his scent rising upwards.

I looked straight ahead and took in the sight of his naked crotch. His dark
public hairs were shaved close to him. His dick, neatly circumcised, long
and fat. The mushroom head of his prick bright purple and shinny, covered
in a thin film of precum. His fingers rushed through my hair; he winced,
almost begging me to take him. And I couldn't resist. I dived in and began
to sweep my tongue back and forth over his balls. Totally smooth and
clenched tight against his body. I could just about fit my mouth around his
sack, almost able to feel his cum churching in his balls with my lips.

His shaft rubbed against my forehead as I continued running my tongue over
and around his balls. Underneath his sack, making him whimper as I touched
the spot. I reached up and took this man sized cock into my hand, rubbing
my fingers around his sensitive cock head, spreading his precum around and
down the length of his shaft. He tensed up every time I brushed a finger
over his piss slit, before pulling my hand back down the length of his
shaft.  Almost pleadingly he shouted out "suce-le pour moi! suce-le pour
moi!". There was no way that people passing by could have mistaken what was
going on. It might have been in French but the language was universal. It
was just as he had gestured to me outside the phone box, but now he wasn't
playing, telling me what he wanted.

I brought his cock down to my mouth and looking straight up into his eyes
pressed the tip of it against my lips. He sighed gently and began to feed
me his beautiful cock. It was so thick as it parted my lips, but he kept
pushing more and more of himself into me. I could feel the ripples of the
veins of his shaft as the head moved towards my throat, dripping his precum
inside me now.

When he had all of his cock stuffed down my throat we stopped for a
moment. It was totally silent except for the slight murmur of the traffic
on the road going by. The cool air whistled around us. I could feel it
against my exposed cock, which had still not gone soft. It floated gently
over my arse, my cheeks parted slightly as I crouched down. Instinctively I
shifted my hands around to his arse, both to bring even more of him into me
as well as to steady myself.  The cheeks of his backside felt soft in my
hands. Covered lightly with soft hairs. Me touching another man; something
I had thought about time and time again over the years but never managed to
achieve. Right now, it just felt so right.

It must have been some kind of spark between us, igniting the fire of
passion hidden just below the surface or something like that anyway. We
both had the same idea at the same time as our eyes met once again. He just
broke out in this serious shit-eating grin and started.  Whispering down to
me, swearing, whatever, I don't know. Trying to translate French was the
last thing on my mind as this guy began to withdraw his monster cock from
my throat.

Over and over again I swirled my tongue as his shaft moved through my mouth
once again. I wanted to taste every single inch of him and saviour it for
all time. I squeezed his arse tightly pushing against him, trying to force
him to put his cock back deep down in my throat. But he took control and
started his slow deliberate face fuck. My fingers played down his arse
crack as he began thrusting in and out of me. Sliding himself obscenely
over my lips each time he made a move. The taste of him swirled around my
mouth, an intoxicating liquor of his juices and my saliva, easing his entry
in and out of my mouth. All the while, I teased the gentle hairs that lined
the path to his arsehole until I reached that puckered hole and began to
encircle it over and over again with my index finger.

He speeded up as I slipped the very tip of my finger into his inner sanctum
without even a trace of lube. It was so tight and dry around my finger, but
it felt so good. The way he kept going, impaling himself ever so slightly
on me as he continued to thrust himself in and out of my mouth. With one
almighty grunt he pushed his whole prick back down my throat and held it
there. I could feel the tip of his cock pushing against my throat and my
jaw was saw as it stretched trying to accommodate the width of his fat
tool. It felt so smooth and hard against my lips. His balls rested on my
chin and my nose touched his closely shaved pubes. I had a finger inside
his arsehole with my other hand roughly clenching his cheeks. I expected
him to start spraying his thick cum down my throat. But he didn't.

Roughly he pulled his cock out of my throat and reach down, grabbing hold
of my under my arms. It disorientated me slightly, but I didn't have enough
time to think about what was going on. Before I knew it, he was grinding
his slippery wet cock against my own whilst his lips went straight to mine
and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Instinct broke in again and I
started pushing my own dick against his. It felt so good. Two poles of
throbbing steel pushing against each other while this man invaded my mouth
and tasted the flavour of the juice he had left behind.

He reached down and took hold of my arse. He squeezed my cheeks and drew me
even closer to him, backing himself against the brick wall. As our cocks
pushed together I felt my hairy balls touching his smooth sack. Just the
touching of our skin against each other set off a feeling inside my head. I
wanted more and more. I pushed harder and firmer against him.  Trying to
build up more and more friction between his dick and my own. His dick,
still covered in a mixture of precum and my salvia continually slipped from
one side of my own shaft to the other and back again.

Taking hold of my face roughly, he broke our kiss and looked straight at
me. He started whispering to me in French. I couldn't understand him. My
attention was totally focussed on the sensations of his prick touching
mine. Our balls rubbing together, all entwined by the cool evening air
moving around our half naked bodies, down this narrow passageway in central
France.

Then he parted my arse cheeks, holding them wide and exposing my hole to
the air once again. I shivered slightly; he sensed it and pressed his lips
against my own again as if trying to convince me to go through with it. He
asked me for a fuck outside that phone box almost half an hour a go. He
asked me for a fuck just after I had finished talking to my girlfriend
hundreds of miles away in England. He asked me for a fuck and I was going
to play his game now. I'd been tempted by this man and I wanted him to show
me exactly what it was like to play this new game.

So I flung my arms around his shoulders and embraced him firmly whilst we
kissed. My actions overcoming the barrier of language between us. He pulled
away and smiled at me.  Saying nothing he spun me around and instantly
pushed his cock against my hairy arse cheeks. It felt so good just standing
there with his hard shaft between my arse while he sucked on my neck again
for a short time, before slipping down my back and crouching down behind
me.

I looked down and I could see him. Jeans and undies still bunched tightly
around his ankles.  And his hand working softly on his dick. Just stroking
himself with one hand whilst he remained behind me, taking in the sight of
my arse. For a moment I remember looking over my shoulder at myself in the
bathroom the other morning. I grinned as I remembered thinking that my arse
was pretty good looking. Small and tight, a light sprinkling of hairs
across the while flesh. I remembered how I had been tempted to part my
cheeks and take a good long look at the hairy crack and the way the hairs
all encircled my puckered hole.

He began to stroke my arse cheeks softly before gently parting them. I
swallowed hard as I felt his breath touch my hairy crack. At first I felt
his nose nuzzle against me and then I felt his lips softly pressing against
my puckered arse hole. I breathed deeply as I felt him take hold of my
thighs firmly while he began to lick at my hole. Using the very tip of his
tongue he swirled around and around, pushing against my hole with every
stroke. Forcing me to open up to him gradually. I had never felt anything
like this before. Instinctively I grabbed hold of my prick and my fist
began to fly backwards and forwards. Pulling my foreskin up and down
rapidly; I felt like streams of precum must have been gushing out of my
piss slit. My mind raced with the sensations.

This guy knew how to use his mouth and it seemed like he knew exactly how
to rid me of any thoughts that I was a straight boy after all. He was
literally pushing his tongue inside me now.  I could feel the sides of my
hole being stretched open and the walls of my tunnel licked and caressed in
long powerful stroking motions. I moaned out as I felt his tongue push
further into me than anything before. I could feel something different
though. My hole was being stretched wider still. I could have exploded
right at that moment when I realised that he had slipped a finger in
alongside his tongue. Wanting me even wider, ready to accept his hairy fat
prick.

Licking me and jabbing his finger into me, getting me wetter and wetter and
opening me up as wide as possible, he was making me feel things I could
only have dreamed about before now.  As he did so, I felt him caressing the
inside of my thighs. Being rough enough with my arse to enable me to
accommodate his throbbing dick, and get gently stroking up and down my
legs.  Tickling the hairs that showed him the way all the way up between my
legs. He started to run his fingers over my balls. Rubbing them softly and
feeling them as my sack clenched tightly against my body. Ultra sensitive
to the night air and to his touch.

My arse felt so empty when he pulled himself out of me. I pushed backwards
trying to get him to go back down on me. I wouldn't have to wait too long
though. I could feel him standing up beside me and he trailed his hands up
the sides of my body as he got to his feet once more.  He ran his fingers
up, under my shirt and began rubbing at my nipples for a little while as he
pushed his cock back between the cheeks of my arse.

He rubbed his swollen cock up and down my arse crack for what seemed like
an eternity whilst I waited for the main performance. I could feel him move
across every hair. Rubbing me up and then down and then up again. A couple
of times I felt the edge of his cock head touch my wet hole. And then it
started.

Leaving my nipples, stiff, erect and pushing against my shirt, he placed
one hand on my cock and began stroking it gently and very slowly, as if
trying to relax me. He put his other hand at the base of my spine and
coaxed me to bend over in front of him. Without any second thoughts I began
to do as he wanted. I closed my eyes as I felt his balls rubbing against my
arse cheeks as I bend almost all the way forward. The hand that had been on
my back moved to my crack and rubbed in between my cheeks a couple of times
before parting them gently.  No warning was given before I felt him push
his throbbing mushroom shaped prick head against my hole. A perfect aim and
he started pushing it.

I stumbled forward a little before regaining my balance. I could feel him
applying more and more pressure. Gritting my teeth and exhaling deeply all
at the same time I pushed back against him. That was all the force that was
needed. There was a soft, almost vacuum like sound, as I felt him penetrate
me. I moaned so loudly as I felt his cock head pressing against the sides
of my arse chute. He let my cock drop and he placed both of his hands on my
hips, drawing me back towards him. This guy was impaling me on his cock the
best way he new how. Not too quickly, but firmly enough to get the job done
without me crying out too loudly for too long.

It did the trick too. I did cry out. There isn't a twenty-year-old man
alive who wouldn't make some kind of noise when his virgin arse is being
pushed into for the very first time. But a fuck is what this guy asked me
for outside the phone box and that's what I was letting him give to me
now. Hadn't thought it was even a possibility or even if it was something I
really wanted until tonight. And now I was loving every second of it as he
pushed himself all the way in me.

I knew I had started to sweat and moan as I felt every single inch of his
fat piece of meat sliding past my arse lips and going on up my slippery
tunnel. I just groaned with a mixture of relief and satisfaction as I felt
the harsh ends of his shaved pubic hairs at the top of my crack and the
soft cushioning feeling of his balls at the bottom, with his cock
connecting with me right in the middle.

Once again he started whispering loudly at me with what much have been a
string of swear words in French. I have no idea what he was saying, no time
to try and work it out either, but it sounded so good to me. All I could do
is moan and cry out to him in response. He took hold of my painfully hard
cock again and squeezed it tightly into his fist as he started working it
up and down again. All the time he stood practically motionless with his
cock buried deep in my arse.

It was an amazing feel being wanked off by this man who would stop every so
often to pull my foreskin back over my cock head and take some more precum
from my piss slit before smearing it all over my shaft, whilst at the same
time his prick, although not moving, stretched my arse out wider than ever
before. But I wanted more of these feelings. Maybe it's inbuilt and all
guys do this when they find themselves on the end of a good looking boy's
penis, I started to push myself up and down, encouraging him to start
thrusting himself in and out of me.

He resisted my attempts for as long as he possibly could before I think the
animal instinct in him must have kicked in. He let out this really low
almost scream type noise as his fist flew up and down my slick fuck pole
and pulled his almost all the way out of my arse. I felt the head of his
cock travelling backwards down my chute. Convinced it was going to come all
the way out of me before he ploughed it mercilessly back inside me in one
violent motion. Never once letting up the job he was doing on my cock.

I shouted out loudly. I couldn't careless who could hear me now. I just
wanted him to bang into me, over and over again. Stretch me out and feed
his prick all the way inside me. I wanted to close my hole tightly around
him, make the feelings even more intense. He was panting too, almost bent
double over my back. I could feel a mixture of his sweat and mine soaking
through my shirt making it cling to my back.

Hard to keep up now as his thrustings got ever shallower, ever faster and
ever harder. My mind didn't know where to focus on. My prick being given
the wank of its life by this man's hand or my arse being wildly stretched
open for the first time. The passage of his cock was being eased by the
sweat that I could feel dripping in small rivulets from my crack and down
my legs.

Roughly, he pulled my foreskin all the way back down and held it for what
must only have been a fraction of a second. But it was enough. Just at that
moment a slight breeze gusted down the narrow alleyway and rushed over my
piss slit, still pouring out precum. My eyes opened wide as I looked down.
I could make out his hairy legs standing directly behind my own. His jeans
and boxers still bunched at his feet and fireworks went off in my brain.
Almost as if the truth of what I was doing hit me. It travelled all over my
body, swirled around my arsehole as it was being stretched out some more
again before hitting me right in the balls.

My orgasm swelled up, I could almost feel the cum churning in my balls
being drawn up along the length of my sensitive shaft. I watched the domed
head of my cock, bright purple, throbbing violently and the longest,
thickest, whitest stream of hot creamy cum shot out, hitting the red brick
wall directly opposite us like a bullet from a riffle. I moaned so loudly.
I felt my arsehole clench tighter than ever, gripping his prick as wave
after wave of cum flew out in strings and into the night air before landing
on the damp ground.

I could literally feel his cock with the sides of my hole I was clamped
around him so tightly.  There was no way he could have held off even if he
wanted to. So close to my back already, he fell on top of me, making us
both stumble forward slightly. And he moaned as I felt his cock throb
quickly backwards and forwards. I felt a pressure building in my arse as my
chute filled with his hot steamy cum whilst the last remnants of my own
orgasm dripped onto his hand and down my balls. His entire body was tensed
up for at least half a minute whilst he emptied himself deep inside me.

We stood for a moment like that. Still connected; his cock up my arse and
his hand on my softening dick. I had to move though. Without straitening
myself up, I shuffled forward only a little way and he pulled back a
little. I felt and heard his cock slip out of me. It felt empty for a
moment. Then I felt his warm, thick cum dripping out of my hole and down my
legs. And we just stood.


- J

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