Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2009 04:32:08 +0000
From: Jon XXXX <joxn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blown Away in Paris

I had taken a weekend in Paris from my normal business trip to Germany. I
was on my own which is a great way to see any city: in this case, just my
tour book, backpack with camera and feet for walking.

I had walked over most of the left bank and sloshed through some of the
major museums. After a good bistro dinner and several glasses of wine in a
sidewalk cafe that matched all imagination, I decided that I had about had
it for one day. Even though I was tired, Paris at night is just too
attractive, so I kept walking through all the incredible lighted
areas. Paris truly is the City of Light.

Checking my map, I plotted a route to my hotel not too far from the Arc de
Triomphe. The shortest distance took me through the Tuilleries Gardens next
to the Louvre. Although it looked a little dark, there was almost a full
moon, plus, I feel I can take care of myself in most situations.  At 36
years old, I'm in pretty good shape: 6'1", 185 pound of pretty good muscle
from lots of working out and running.

As I trudged down the gravel pathway, I became faintly aware of movements
in the shadows. As my eyes became more accustomed to the dim light, I
noticed occasional people, some single, some in pairs, some sitting on the
benches under the trees. Several passed me, giving me more than a casual
glance and smile. Then it hit me that this must be some kind of pick
up/quick sex area for men.

I slowed my pace down just a bit as I assessed the situation. I decided it
wouldn't hurt to play the game a bit and see what happened. I walked to the
end of the garden gate, paused and then turned to walk back down the path.
I had seen a huge tree about 20 yards off the path and as I got closer, I
stepped off the path and quickly walked to the dark shadows created by the
tree's thick branches. I dropped my backpack to the ground and leaned
against the broad tree trunk, waiting to see what would happen.

A couple of guys slowly walked by, peering at me. Then a single guy walked
by, looking in my direction. I'm not sure whether it's the rumored "gaydar"
or even how you can feel like you're on a frequency with another person,
but for some reason I followed his silhouette as he glanced in my direction
and walked past on into the shadows.

Suddenly, he reappeared, doubling back, but this time walking about 10 feet
from me. My eyes followed him as he looked at me. He appeared to be a
little smaller than me with lighter hair, slim body, nicely dressed in
slacks and shirt. As he came even with me, he smiled, as I returned his
smile. Even in the shadows features could be distinguished now. But he kept
on slowly walking.

As I watched, he paused about 20 feet away and seemed to be thinking. He
slowly turned and walked toward me again, this time even closer.  As he
came right up to me, I saw a very good-looking man, slender build with
large eyes softly illuminated by the indirect moonlight. He stopped in
front of me and slowly raised his hand. My eyes were locked to his as I
touched his hand.

This shadow person then leaned into me, resting his head on my
shoulder. Instinctively, I pulled him closer, feeling the warmth of his
body and hearing a soft sigh as my hands caressed his back and neck. His
hands began exploring my body as he looked up. There was no thought only a
reaction to gently kiss him.  His response was equally as gentle as our
kiss became more passionate. Our tongues clashed with mine winning its
probing demands. I became aware of his body as it melded into the hard
muscles of my body.

After several minutes, he broke the embrace and reached down to feel the
rock hard cock that had been pressing into his stomach. He expertly slid
down the zipper and slipped his hand in my jeans, uttering a soft sound of
satisfaction at feeling almost eight inches of thick cock that had been
yearning to be released. I undid the top button giving him full access to
all that he wanted.

He seemed to glide down to his knees and slowly pulled down my underwear
and jeans. I leaned back, closing my eyes as I felt the incredibly soft
hands caressing my cock and balls. I felt the tip of his tongue as it
traced the sides of my cock and explored the tight sack holding my
balls. Then I felt the heat of his mouth as it covered the cock head,
sending shudders up my body. His head began to move slowly, his tongue
working madly as he took more cock on each forward thrust. A couple of
times he gagged but recovered to continue sucking my cock.  I felt him pull
back and heard him gasp deeply for air, then he returned to plunge the
whole throbbing length deep down his throat. I quivered and almost went
weak in the knees as the sensation flooded throughout my body.

A few more gasps for breath and practice tries, and he was deep-throating
me, crushing his nose into my public hairs. Each time he pushed his head
down on my cock, I could feel his throat muscles convulsing to cause a
sensation that felt like a thousand fingers massaging my center of
pleasure.

It didn't take long for this action to begin to trigger the all-too
familiar feeling that signals a massive climax. I tried to signal by
moaning softly and tensing up to let him know that I was getting ready to
cum, but he continued his deep thrusts. As I felt the first muscular
ejaculation fire from that steel hard cock, he rammed his head forward,
driving my cock all the way down his throat, directing volley after volley
of hot cum directly into his stomach. Somehow, he had prepared for this and
was holding his breath as I fuck his throat like a hot, velvet hole.

And then it was over. As I was quivering with the last remnants of
incredible feelings, I felt him pull his head off my cock and gasp for
breath. After a couple of deep breaths to replenish his air and he sucked
my softening cock back into his mouth. I felt his tongue tracing the under
tube, milking out the last drops of the most unbelievable load of cum I
think I have ever had.

He slowly stood up and looked into my eyes. Then, very gently, he kissed
me, not with passion but with a gentleness that I'll always remember. He
stepped back and touched my face with his hand and smiled.

Then he disappeared into the shadows. All without a word spoken.

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