Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2008 22:09:44 +0100
From: Phoenix_1977@hotmail.com
Subject: A Boytoy in Paris

This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances with persons and actual
events is purely coincidence.

Some parts of this story contain unsafe sex. Don't be stupid and wear
rubber while having casual sex!

If you are offended by male to male gay sex or if you reside in a part of
the world where gay sex is illegal and could get you into trouble, leave
now! Otherwise, enjoy!


A Boytoy in Paris


Hey, let me introduce myself. I'm a Dutch guy, 30 years old and pretty
successful in business. I hate to brag, but for the last 7 years everything
I touched turned to gold. I started selling stuff on eBay, just from my
student's dorm in Amsterdam but now I own several auction houses in Europe
and the United States. Because I travel a lot and because I hate hotels (I
can't believe the things people in some hotels would do just to please the
guests) I own several apartments all over the world. And, although
Amsterdam remains my home, I think most of my time I spend in Paris. Oh,
and did I mention I'm gay? Most people don't know but I'm as gay as they
come. And boy, do some men cum!

As I said, I spend a lot of my time in Paris, sometimes with friends,
sometimes alone. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't have time for a
boyfriend and I don't have any need for a boyfriend. I can get all the men
I want pretty easily. I'm definitely good looking (work out at least 4
times a week) and if a young men isn't interested in me there is always
money to persuade them. Nine times out of ten I get the guy I set my mind
to. In that tenth time he really is as straight as an arrow and absolutely
not interested in having sex with men. But you'd be surprised how many
young men are willing to forget they are straight for a few hundred bucks
or euros. I will tell you about one of those times.

I love Paris. I don't think there's a better place in the world to live.
Paris only has two disadvantages: they speak French and they have a large
collection of tramps and beggars, although they prefer to be called
"clochards". The typical clochard doesn't bother me. Sometimes I think the
city council keeps them for the tourists because tourists expect clochards
in Paris. No, it's the new kind of beggar that annoys the hell out of me.
They are young (between 18 and 25), healthy, have no addiction (as far as
you can see) but refuse to work and beg for money in the subway, trains and
in the street. Most of the don't even ask for money but hand you a small
card on which they printed their sad, sad story and ask for money. They
should have spend the money they needed for the cards on their education so
they could find a decent job without bothering me.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I sat in the subway in Paris. The subway is
the most efficient way of traveling in Paris. The city is too busy to use a
car and the time it takes by subway to get from one side of Paris to the
next is about the same as it would take by car to move from one corner of
the street to the next. So, subway for me. As soon as the subway came into
the "tourist area" (around Gare du Nord, Avenue des Champs-Elysees, Notre
Dame de Paris, the Eifeltower and Musee du Louvre) I saw a group of young
north-African men enter the compartment I sat in. As soon as the train
started moving I saw them getting their beggar-cards from their pockets and
handing them to tourists. Of course, most tourists bought the deception and
handed the young guys some money. None of the tourists noticed the
pickpocket behind them and would discover soon they had lost a lot more
than they bargained for. When I first lived in Paris I would try to
apprehend the young thieves but I quit trying. There were just too many of
them.

One of these young men caught my attention. I think he was about 18 years
old and gorgeous. His skin was a little darker than it would have been had
he been Caucasian. He had black curly hair all the way down his neck and,
unlike his friends, his clothes were tight. And when I say tight I mean so
tight I could see he wore no underwear (just like myself). His nose looked
like it had been broken in the past. His smile showed such beautiful pearly
white teeth he could've modeled for a toothpaste brand. But the most
beautiful about this young man were his eyes. Although you would've have
expected them to be dark, they were green and sparkling. And I knew I
wanted this young man. I needed to have this young man and I would get this
young man.

He walked past me (none of the clochards, old or new, ever approach me;
they can see I'm not a tourist) to try his luck with some new tourists who
just got in at Charles de Gaule - Etoile. But as soon as he tried to walk
past me I grabbed his wrist. He looked at me with a mixture of annoyance
and fear on his face. Apparently he wasn't that experienced in the game of
robbing tourists yet which made my job all the more easier. I pulled his
arm so his face was only inches from my own. "I saw what you and your
friends did with those tourists a couple of stations ago" I said in French
(I may dislike the language but you need to know it to be able to live in
Paris) "and I could turn you over to the authorities". The annoyance in his
face disappeared and now his face showed pure panic. Right there and then I
knew I had been right. He was still new in this game and was terrified I
would call the gendarmes on him. Apparently he didn't know he would be out
on the streets in hours, if not sooner. "Please sir, don't call the
gendarmes on me. My father would kill me. We did no harm. We only took the
cash out of the wallet and put the wallet back. Please, sir! I'll do
anything!" Bingo! He had said the magic words. "You will exit the train
with me at Hôtel de Ville (city hall) and accompany me to my
apartment. There we will talk further. Sit down next to me." His friends
looked in his direction when the young man sat down next to me. They
probably had seen the fear in his face and decided to save themselves. The
next station they left the train, leaving their friend at the mercy of the
guy in the suit.

"What's your name?" I asked the young boy. "My name's Samuel." "So, Samuel,
how come you decided to enter the life of crime?" "I didn't intend to" he
started sniffing. "My friends needed my help to get some money. At first I
didn't know they planned something illegal." A small tear formed in the
corner of one of his beautiful green eyes. "So, tell me. What do they know
about you to force you to help them?" I asked. Although I had only one
idea, to fuck this young man's brain out, I couldn't help but wonder why he
participated in this. "I'm 19 years old and a student here is Paris. I
finished high school last summer and my grades got me into the Sorbonne."
Now I was impressed. It's not easy to get yourself into the eldest and most
prestigious university in France. At the same time I got angry as
well. Getting caught as a pickpocket would have gotten Samuel a one way
ticket out of the Sorbonne. How did he dare risk that for a little fun with
his friends? "I didn't know they had planned something illegal. They didn't
get into any university but they can't find jobs either. They are too young
to receive an unemployment benefit so they have no money. When they told me
they had come up with a way to make some money I agreed to help them. They
are my friends. What else should I have done?" "You should have left at the
first sign of trouble" I responded coldly. I hadn't realized I had spoken
out loud when I was thinking earlier. "I couldn't." Samuel replied. I
looked at him, waiting for him to continue. When it became clear he
wouldn't, I asked: "Because?" "I don't want to say". "What you want is of
no importance to me" I said. "If you want to keep your ass out of jail and
in the Sorbonne you do as I tell you to and answer my questions". "Achmed,
the guy with the white cap on, has a picture of me sucking his brothers
cock at a party last spring" Samuel said without looking at me. "So, you're
gay?" "No!" Samuel screamed. "His brother got me drunk and made me suck
him. I don't even remember it but Achmed showed me the photo some days
later and told me he owned me heart, body and soul now". Either he did
enjoy it be pretends not to remember because he's embarrassed or they
drugged him with like GHB or something like that, I thought. Not that I
cared. "Well, Samuel, he got you into more trouble than you want to
know. Look at me." Samuel looked at me and at the moment I took his picture
with my mobile phone. "What's your last name and date of birth?" I asked
Samuel. He gave me his last name and date of birth quickly so I knew he
didn't lie. I saved that data on my phone. "Well, Samuel, you better listen
carefully. I have your photo, name and date of birth now. With this
information the gendarmes have no trouble finding you. In a moment we
arrive at Hôtel de Ville. If you try and make a run for it, I will take
this photo and information to the gendarmes and they will have you arrested
before you can get back home. Is that understood?" I could see in his face
he never realized what I could do with that photo or his personal
information. He nodded and looked like a dog who had been kicked once too
many. I had defeated him and he would do exactly what I'd say. I knew it
and, judging his face, he knew it too. And I think he also realized what
kind of job I had in mind for him.

As soon as we exited the subway at station Hôtel de Ville I took Samuel to
my apartment. The doorman downstairs didn't even look as Samuel and I
entered. An apartment like mine isn't cheap. It's only a couple of blocks
from City Hall and has a view of the river Seine and Notre Dame de
Paris. Furthermore it's very well secured with a private security team, a
panic room in every apartment (a little paranoid, I think) and a closed
security tv-circuit. But, even more important, with the money that bought
me the apartment it also bought me privacy. The doorman, Charles, or his
colleagues would never tell a soul what went on in our building. That was
probably the reason why a high political person in France also owned one of
the apartments.

As soon as we got upstairs in inside my apartment I could see Samuel was
impressed. I took advantage of his amazement, grabbed him and pushed him
into a wall. I grabbed his head and kissed him, rather forcefully. He tried
to resist but didn't stand a chance. I was twice his size and, like I said,
pretty muscular. Samuel was more like a twink. I tried to invade his his
mouth with my tongue but again Samuel tried to resist. I pinched his nose
shut so he would have to open his mouth. Apparently Samuel realized he
stood no chance and gave up. Again I had broken his will and I had made
very clear what my silence would cost him.

"Go take a shower. I like my boys fresh and clean" I told him. Samuel tried
to leave for the bathroom fully clothed but I called him back. "You can
undress right here. No need to do that in the bathroom. I'm going to see
you naked anyway". Samuel looked at me and I saw a spark in his eyes that
could be lust but could also be something completely different. Again, I
decided I didn't care. If he had some fun while I had my fun with him, that
was ok with my. And if not, let's just say I wouldn't lose any sleep over
it. Samuel got undressed and I saw I had been right. He didn't wear any
underwear and I could see his semi-hard cut dick. Samuel started to gather
his clothes but again I stopped him. "I'll take care of your clothes. You
go and take a shower". I got Samuel's clothes and left towards the bedroom,
leaving Samuel naked in the hallway. In the bedroom I open my closet and
then the door leading to the panic room. I had a safe there and I put
Samuel's clothes in the safe. If Samuel ever wanted to have them back he'd
better be a very good slave.



While I was locking away Samuel's clothes Samuel himself was in the
bathroom, cursing his friends and himself. "How could I be so stupid?!" he
asked himself. But Samuel was even angrier at his body. His body that
completely betrayed him, like it had betrayed him before. His 18 cm long
dick which was now as hard as a rock, just like it had been when he sucked
of Achmed's brother. Oh, he always told Achmed and his brother he didn't
remember, but he remembered! He remembered Achmed's brother slowly pushing
him on his knees with his pants open and his long, think and cut dick out,
already leaking precum. He remembered his own cock growing so much he
thought it would tear a hole in his jeans. He remembered how good it felt
having a dick in his mouth, to hear a man moan because of his actions and
how great the cum tasted or what a wonderful feeling it was to feel a dick
erupt in his mouth, to feel the cum being shot in his throat with
force. And he remembered his own ecstasy when he cam in his jeans without
touching his dick even once. But he also remembered the terror when Achmed
showed him the pictures two days later. Oh, he was gay, alright. But he
never planned of letting his friends know.

Last summer he thought his troubled were over. Oh, Achmed had used him as
his personal cum slave ever since he showed Samuel the picture, but that
wasn't too bad. No, it was the other stuff that made him wish to leave his
one-time friends as soon as possible. The dealing in drugs. The little
robberies. The carjacking. That was not the life he wanted. And, for a
couple of months, the best months of his life, he thoughts he would get
away from them. He had a great life in Paris. He even had a fellow student
he saw regularly out of class. They weren't in love or something. They just
enjoyed each other's company, cock and ass and explored being gay
together. Everything was fine, until two days ago; until Achmed's
phonecall. "Hey bitch! It's time you help us making some money! Two of our
regulars are unavailable! Get your ass to la Défense on Friday or those
pictures I have are going to find their way on the internet!" After that
Achmed hung up, knowing Samuel would be there. That's one of Samuel's
lesser qualities: he was not a very strong person. And so he went to la
Défense on Friday, first got his ass fucked by Achmed while the others
weren't there yet and after that hearing the plans for that
afternoon. Achmed had filled his gut with so much cum Samuel's boxers were
soaked. In a restroom he removed them and threw them away. When they got in
the subway train Samuel noticed a good-looking man in a dark suit and
instantly knew that man was gay, not a tourist and a potential
problem. Well, he had a score of three out of three and here he was, in
that man's apartment in the city in the shower, waiting to get his ass and
mouth fucked and fucked and fucked again and all he could think about was:
"Will he get me off as well?"



Although I thought Samuel's friends had left him I had been wrong. Achmed
had left the train only to get on it again in another part of the
train. From there he had seen Samuel sitting with the guy in the suit. He
had seen the guy in the suit taking Samuel's picture and Achmed knew the
suit meant trouble. Sure, he treated Samuel like crap, but in his twisted
mind he was sure he had that right since Samuel was his friend. And a good
fuck as well. No one could make him cum like Samuel and, just this morning
he realized he had been more anxious to fuck Samuel again than robbing
those tourists. If Achmed had allowed himself to admit it, he would have
known he loved Samuel as long as he could remember. That was why he had
suggested their little game to his brother. That was something his brother
had done with some guys from his own school, just to blackmail them for
money. Achmed had made the pictures for his brother but had always kept
some for himself to jack off at. Samuel had been an easy target. Trouble
began when his brother wanted to blackmail Samuel as well. Achmed had gone
berserk and threatened to publish some of his brothers work on the
net. Samuel was his and no one had a right to try and come between
them. Just by thinking of Samuel his dick got hard again and started oozing
precum. As soon as he got things clear to the suit he would take Samuel
somewhere private so he could fuck that little guy again. Hell, maybe he
would even make the little prick cum this time.

It went a little different. As soon as the train reached Hôtel de Ville
Samuel and the suit got off the train, so Achmed followed. He tried to
reach them but it was just too crowded. He could see Samuel and the suit
but there was no way he could reach them, so he decided to follow them to
rescue Samuel as soon as the suit got him wherever they went. For a moment
Achmed was afraid the suit was a gendarme, because the headquarters of the
gendarmes was also near Hôtel de Ville but that fear disappeared as soon as
he saw the apartment building the suit took Samuel. He now knew the suit
was a queer who planned some fun with Samuel and that enraged him. But, he
also saw there wasn't much he could do about it now, since security in the
apartment building was higher than he had ever seen in a private
building. And, as a thief and burglar, he had seen quite some impressive
security. There was nothing Achmed could do but wait.



When Samuel came out of the bathroom he noticed the curtains had been
closed and some lights were on. He didn't see me and for a moment he
thought about getting his clothes and get the hell out of there. Right when
he was making a few steps towards what he thought should be the living room
he felt two strong arms grab him from behind. A naked body was pressed
against his and he felt a large and very hard dick pressing against his
ass. Even though Samuel never wanted any of this to happen he felt his own
cock grow big and hard and he let out a slight moan. Right then I knew for
sure this guy was gay like me. I turned him around and forced a kiss again,
but this time Samuel didn't even pretend he didn't enjoy it. He kissed me
back with such passion I knew this wouldn't be the rape I thought it would
be. Although I would've had my way with him anyway I enjoyed sex more when
it was consensual. I broke the kiss and pushed Samuel down on his knees, my
hard dick hanging in front of his face. He started to lick the head but
seemed reluctant to take it any further. I wouldn't have that and pinched
his right nipple, hard. A small squeak escaped Samuel's mouth and I used
that moment to shove my hard cock in his throat. A strange noise came from
Samuel, something between a moan and gagging. I started fucking the kid's
throat. It had been a few days since my last sexual encounter and Samuel's
warm mouth and tight throat were pushing me to cumming fast. While Samuel
had been in the shower I had taken a little blue pill known as Viagra. Not
that I needed it, but I had every intention of enjoying my encounter with
Samuel for as long as I could. So I didn't stop fucking his mouth while I
felt my orgasm cumming. Within several minutes I came for the first time
that afternoon, deep in Samuel's throat, forcing him to swallow all of my
cum. Samuel looked relieved. Apparently he thought that would be it for
him. Well, boy, guess again! I pulled back a little but kept my dickhead in
Samuel's mouth, making it clear to him I expected him to clean it. Samuel
kept licking it for a little while and tried to pull of my dick. I didn't
think so, so I pushed my dick back into his throat. Panic showed on
Samuel's face when he realized my dick wasn't going limp. He understood
this wasn't the last orgasm I planned on having this afternoon. I started
fucking his face again, slowly now since I had already cum. The next orgasm
would take a while. The only reason why I fucked his mouth again was to
make clear who was boss.



After he came in my throat I thought that would be it. Part of me was
relieved but another part of me was disappointed. I tried to let go of his
dick and get up after cleaning it, but he wouldn't let me. He kept me on my
knees and shoved his dick back into my throat. Now I know a thing or two
about orgasms and what a dick is supposed to do after someone cums, and
staying hard isn't one of those things. It's supposed to be very sensitive
and go soft. The suit's didn't. It stayed hard. He must have taken
something to keep it hard. Maybe Viagra or something. That realization made
my dick twitch. It wasn't over yet! I might still get many more loads of
his cum! After fucking my face for a while he pulled me up, turned me
around and started playing with my ass. He really knew what he was
doing. Nothing like Achmed who just lubed up and shoved his dick up my
ass. All his stroking my ass almost made me cum, but I didn't want that
yet. My pure will alone made the coming orgasm go away again, only to have
it almost happen anyway because he started to lick my ass! I could've blown
my load just there and then, no kidding! I heard someone moaning pretty
loudly and it took me a while it was me. There was hardly any connection
left between my mind and my body. My body had gotten a mind of it's own and
it had pleasure in mind. The suit noticed I was enjoying it. "I thought you
weren't gay" he asked. I was in no condition to answer. All I could was
moan and writhe in pure pleasure. Apparently the suit decided I was fully
prepared because he got up, put on a condom and bent me over. In one fierce
thrust he shoved his dick in my ass. Even though his dick was far from
small I didn't feel any pain. I felt very full and my ass was stretched but
it felt wonderful! It felt just right! It felt like I was meant to have his
dick in my ass! He started pumping hard and deep and I felt his sweat
dripping on my back. Every now and then I felt a bolt of electricity go
through my body, faintly realizing he hit my prostate. After a couple of
those lightning bolts I felt my balls boiling. They crept up to my body and
there was nothing I could do to stop the building orgasm. Not this
time. For the first time in my life I came without touching my dick. And
man, did I cum! I never knew my balls could contain so much sperm. His
carpet was one big pool of spunk! I heard him laughing and saying
something. He had to repeat it twice before I could make out what he was
saying. "For a straight guy you sure love to have your ass fucked!" Even
though I felt exhausted the suit kept fucking me. A couple of encounters of
his dickhead with my prostate and my own dick was hard and ready again,
just as if I hadn't just shot the biggest load of my life! The suit kept
fucking and fucking and fucking and I loved every minute of it. "Please,
fuck me harder! Take me deeper! Make me yours!"



Oh, Samuel was enjoying himself. He had just shot one of biggest loads
ever, without touching his dick or having me touch it for him. Only problem
was he had done it on my white Persian rug. I could already hear the
ranting from my French cleaning lady! But I couldn't be bothered with that
now. His clamping ass muscles had almost pushed me over the edge while
Samuel was cumming. I had no intention of cumming yet. I kept on fucking
his ass and, in a few seconds, Samuel's dick was all up and running again,
dripping some residual cum on the carpet. All of Samuel's inhibitions had
fallen away. He was screaming I had to fuck him harder and deeper. Well, if
that was what he wanted I wasn't planning on refusing. I pulled out, picked
Samuel up and put him on the small cabinet in the hallway. I grabbed his
ankles and put his legs over my shoulders. I shoved my dick back in his
asshole, immediately hitting his prostate again. I could see the effect on
his face. Samuel was in ecstasy. He grabbed my head and pulled my face
closer to his. Our lips connected while I was fucking the shit out of him
and as soon as my tongue found it's way into his mouth, Samuel spasmed and
started shooting his second load of the afternoon between us, making both
of us slick and sticky with his cum. The spasms were too much for me and I
started filling the condom. I'm a big cummer but when I pulled out and saw
the amount of cum in the condom it was as if I hadn't cum just 30 minutes
before. I turned towards Samuel, planning on telling him he was done, but
young student had fallen asleep. I picked him up and carried him to my
bedroom. After laying him down I went to take a shower. When I came back,
he was still asleep, so I decided a nap wouldn't hurt me. I got into bed
next to him and, just before I fell asleep, Samuel turned around and
snuggled into my arms. With his head on my pretty hard pecs we both fell
asleep.



When I woke up I felt disoriented. I knew I wasn't in my dorm room at the
Sorbonne, but I had no idea where I was. The bed was a lot bigger and the
sheets way more expensive than I ever could afford. And my own bed wasn't
big enough to sleep in with someone but I did feel some very strong and
muscular arms around me. The chest I had my head on was also strong and
muscular and definitely not female. Did I finally find the courage to stay
at my friend's house after our usual casual encounter? No, that didn't make
any sense. Although he was kinda muscular he wasn't this buff. Then it all
came back to me. The stuff Achmed made me do, the suit who caught me, the
threat to turn him over to the gendarmes, the hot and wild sex they had and
the extremely sleepy feeling afterwards. I opened my eyes and saw some
light. I looked next to me and I saw the guy in the suit laying next to me,
although it felt silly thinking about him as "guy in the suit" since he was
now as naked as the day he was born. Well, not completely. I would pity his
mother if he had been this muscular when she gave birth to him. Only the
thought of that made me shiver. I touched my ass, being sure it was damaged
beyond repair, only to find it was a little sensitive but not even really
sore. My second discovery, being my dick was hard again, scared me a
little. I tried to feel the suits' dick and found it being hard, think and
throbbing, apparently ready to go for it again. I looked up to his face
only to look deep in his blue eyes. "So, you're awake, I see" the suit
said. "Yeah, I don't know what happened. I never fell asleep after sex like
that" I replied. "Don't worry about it. You had two massive orgasms. A body
needs some rest after that" the suit smiled. "Can I ask you something" I
asked this muscular and handsome man. "You just did, but I don't think that
was the question you had in mind. Go ahead, but I won't promise I will
answer or that you will like the answer I have for you" he said. "Ok, my
question is: what's your name?" I asked. Disbelief showed from the suit's
face, just before he started laughing. "Of all the things you should've
asked, this you want to know?" he laughed. "Yeah. Is it so strange to want
to know the name of the person who fucked you three times around the
world?" I replied, a little angry. You need to know about me I have a very
sensitive spot when it comes to being laughed at. I thought I had outgrown
it, but apparently I hadn't. "My name's Dennis" the suit said. "What else
do you want to know?" "How old are you?" I asked. "I'm 30 years old, but if
you tell someone I will deny it" he laughed again. "Any more?" "What's the
time?" "It's half past 7 in the evening". My curiosity satisfied for the
moment I rested my head on his masculine chest again, playing with his left
nipple a bit before feeling myself drift off back to sleep.



All this time Achmed had been standing outside, getting more and more
worried. The sun had set. It was getting dark and Samuel had been with that
guy in his expensive suit for almost 6 hours now. To make matters worse
someone from the building's security came out and walked straight up to
me. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Well, if you could let my friend know I am
still waiting for him" I tried. "And who might your friend be?" "The skinny
student guy who went up with that guy in the suit" I replied. "I have no
idea who you are talking about" the guard said. "Most of the apartment
owners here wear suits. I suggest you leave before I decide you hanging
around here is suspicious and I call the gendarmes". With that the guard /
doorman turned around and entered the building again. Achmed decided he
wouldn't do Samuel much good anyway standing out here and even less being
arrested by the gendarmes. He would check on Samuel later. Achmed turned
and left, heading back to the subway station.



About two hours later Samuel woke up again. My dick was still hard as a
rock and my lust for this young man still as strong as it was this
afternoon when I first saw him. Samuel looked me in the eyes and I could
see the lust in his eyes as well. I kissed him gently this time, while
stroking his back with my hands. Samuel moaned and started stroking my
chest and especially my nipples. He definitely knew how to get me
interested, since my nipples were the most sensitive place of my body,
except for my hard cock. Samuel broke the kiss and started licking and
sucking my nipples while slowly stroking my cock. But he definitely had
other plans. He lifted his body and lowered it when his ass was above my
hard dick, impaling himself on it. For a moment I was startled because I
had no condom on, but after only a few seconds my little head took over and
I couldn't be bothered with something as trivial as rubber anymore. I
noticed my dick was more sensitive than it was this afternoon, meaning the
Viagra had lost it's effect and my current erection was purely
natural. Unfortunately, it also meant I would never last as long as I had
this afternoon and while Samuel was riding my dick as a very experienced
cowboy I already felt my balls rising and my cum boiling. In only a few
moments I would seriously fill his intestines with a river of cum. I threw
my head in my neck, let out a scream and started cumming in Samuel's ass!

When I came back to my senses I saw Samuel jerking his own dick while still
having mine is his ass. I stopped him and pulled him off my now finally
deflating cock. He experienced my dick in his as three times today and only
God knows how many others before mine, but I bet he never felt what
wonderful it was to shove your dick in someone's as before.



Oh, my God! I don't know what feels better: having a big hard dick in your
ass or having your own big hard dick in someone's ass! Forget girls! If
being gay feels this good I'll be gay till the day I die!

Dennis pulled me of his dick after he came for the third time that day and
for a moment I thought he was done with me now his dick was finally
satisfied. Nothing was further from the truth! He put me between his legs
and pulled them up, exposing his ass for me. He then grabbed me and pulled
me against his ass. It took me e few seconds to realize what Dennis wanted,
but when it hit me, I put my dickhead against his ass (in the meantime he
had lubed it for me) and, in one shove, pushed it in! Oh, wow! I took me
all of my concentration not to cum right there and then! The warmth of his
ass surrounding my dick! The strength of his muscles squeezing the root of
my dick! I started thrusting my dick even deeper before pulling out a
little, just to thrust it in deeply again. I knew there was no way I could
make this last longer than just a few minutes! I did my best to think about
stuff that normally would be enough to make my dick go limp in a second,
but now it wasn't even enough to postpone my orgasm by more than a few
seconds. After maybe three minutes I gave up and surrendered to the most
powerful orgasm I had ever encountered. I started cumming and it seemed it
took me minutes to stop cumming. My whole body felt like it was
glowing. "Wow, that was one huge orgasm" Dennis said. Later he said my eyes
were even more sparkling than when he met me that afternoon. We took a
shower together. In the shower we started kissing and for a moment it
seemed our dicks were getting ready for another round, but more than
semi-hard they didn't get and we didn't try too hard. We went back to bed
after I called my roommate I stayed at a friend's place for the night. Who
knows what tomorrow could bring.



For the next six months or so Samuel got over to my place to fuck and get
fucked like rabbits. Three of more orgasms in one night was pretty normal
and we got to know each other better. He came out to his parents who
weren't too pleased with him being gay and me being more than 10 years his
senior but they did make an effort. Most of his former friends had been
arrested sometime over the past 6 months and they hadn't had Samuel
involved in any of their scams anymore. You could say Samuel was turning
out to be my first boyfriend, although I knew he was still sleeping with
his friend in the university. That was fine with me since I also had my
fuckbuddies in the other cities I lived. But after 8 months, I think,
Samuel started to change. He became quiet and moody sometimes. Whenever I
asked him what was wrong, he told me nothing or to mind my own business. I
didn't think much of it, since it was time for the annual exams at the
Sorbonne, but I noticed Samuel was withdrawing from me and there wasn't
much I could do about it.

While Samuel was working his ass of for his exams I had to go to New York
for two weeks to host several auctions. Samuel didn't want me to go but I
had no choice. I had given Samuel a key to my apartment and told the
doormen to let him pass, even when I was not there. Samuel went to see me
off at the airport and hugged me there. I thought this strange since Samuel
wasn't that affectionate outside my apartment. I assumed it was exam stress
and thought nothing more of it. While I was walking through customs I
thought I saw a tear un Samuels eye. As soon as the plane landed in New
York City I wanted to call Samuel but I noticed I didn't bring my French
cellphone with me. When I called the apartment there was no answer.

The auctions were a huge success. Almost all items sold for higher prices
than expected and both the seller and me made a lot of money those two
weeks. I got together with my New York fuckbuddy and told him we wouldn't
see each other anymore since I had found myself a boyfriend. Although he
could hardly believe me having a boyfriend he was for Samuel and me and
wished us all the best. All this time I hadn't been able to reach Samuel at
the apartment. His cellphone number I didn't have because that was in my
French mobile phone.

As soon as I got in Paris again I went to the apartment. As soon as I came
into the hallway I noticed there was something wrong. Jean, one of the
doormen / security guards, approached me telling me they had tried to call
me several times but I didn't answer my cell. I explained I hadn't brought
it with me to New York and asked what was wrong. Jean went upstairs with me
and showed me my apartment. It was empty. Well, not empty, since most
furniture you had to lift with at least 4 strong men, but everything of
value was gone. The gendarmes had already been in and processed the place
for fingerprints and stuff, but found nothing useful. In the bedroom there
was a small envelope with my name on it. It was Samuel's handwriting.



Dear Dennis,

Right now you came home from New York and you'll have noticed I screwed you
over. Please believe me when I say I hadn't planned this to happen. Let me
try to explain.

Exams are a bitch, but I never had any trouble with them. I might not be a
straight A student, I never failed a test in my life. But right now, I was
failing the most important one of all.

You were so good to me and I loved you so much, but I knew for a couple of
weeks now it wouldn't last. Achmed had been released from jail a couple of
weeks ago and tried to contact me. Since I changed my cellphone there was
no way he could directly reach me, so he used another approach: after a
great weekend with you he was waiting for me a couple of blocks from your
apartment. He scared the shit out of me. He looked like shit. I think he
lost at least 20 pounds in prison. He told me it was because of fear for
being raped over and over again in prison. He even apologized to me for
using me as a sex toy in the past. I had hoped he only wanted to tell me
that, but of course there was more.

Unfortunately, he needed my help again to get some money to leave the
country and never to return. He had heard about me and my rich boyfriend
and he was sure I knew of a way to get some money from you. I told him I
would not ask you for money for him. Achmed reminded me of the pictures he
had of me and his brother, not knowing I came out of the closet. But he
also told me he had followed us that first day from subway station Hôtel de
Ville to the apartment building and had been waiting outside. I swear I
never knew he was following us but he had been outside the building for a
few hours until he was asked by one of the doormen to leave. By then he had
realized what had been going on and he threatened to go to the gendarmes to
report you for kidnapping and raping me. I know it would be unlikely the
gendarmes would believe him, but I couldn't take that chance. You told me
the gendarmes knew a thing or two about the building. I couldn't take the
risk of you getting into trouble because of my lousy choice in friends in
the past.

We took most of you equipment, including your computer and laptop. But I
backed-up all your files on two external harddrives and put them in your
panic room. I also put all the stuff the looked expensive I know you loved
in there so the damage would not be too bad.

After Achmed and his two partners were done, they tried to rape me. I
locked myself in the panic room and alerted security. Achmed and his
partners got away with a lot of your stuff. I wrote this letter and told
Jean to call the gendarmes. If Jean hasn't told you I am arrested I guess
he didn't realize I was part of this and he let me go.

I really am sorry, Dennis. I know you'll probably hate me forever but know
I tried to protect you. I love you and always will love you.

Thinking of you always,

Samuel



For a moment I thought it was all a bad joke. Samuel would get out of the
panic room, holding my laptop, saying he tried to scare me. But minutes
past and Samuel didn't show. Of course I got angry. Not because of the
stolen stuff. Samuel had indeed put everything he knew I was attached to in
the panic room and the back-ups of the harddrives were more than enough to
reconstruct the information about my French assets. No, I was angry he
hadn't told me in what kind of trouble he had been. I was angry he had felt
the need to protect me. And I was angry towards myself that I never had
explained to him I would never need protection. I man rich, have the best
lawyers money can buy and I have some things about certain people that
would keep me safe from the gendarmes as long as I was involved in anything
like murder.

I ran past Jean, heading out the door. I needed to find Samuel. First I
went to the Sorbonne to find his roommate and his fuck buddy. They couldn't
tell me anything. Even after trying to bribe them and threatening to ruin
their miserable lives they didn't know anything. So I went to Samuel's
parents. All they could tell me was that he called from abroad to let them
know he was alright but that he wouldn't be coming home soon. He needed
time to think and that he would call from time to time. "And if Dennis ever
shows up, tell him I love him and I'm sorry". But, at the end of the call,
his father heard a speaker saying passengers were not allowed to smoke at
Amsterdam Airport.

So, here I am, back in Amsterdam, trying to find the man I love. I
contacted everyone I know to help me search for him. It will not be easy,
but I will find him, with the help of that photograph I made the first time
we met in the subway.



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