Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2012 14:22:24 +1000
From: Troy Boy <garcondetroie@gmail.com>
Subject: Troy is Burning

*Troy is Burning (or how I lost my gay virginity)
*by Troy Boy (garcondetroie@gmail.com <https://www.google.com/profiles>)


So back in March of 2010; Springtime, I finally made it to Paris, it's a
very strange city, even the sun dies a little differently here. Instead of
collapsing, exhausted, onto the cityscape, it floats quietly away on a
dream. I hitchhiked there as a backpacker, with my long hair uncut for
months, trying to find myself. I love travel, it's so liberating when no
one knows who you are; I could move about the city nameless, faceless,
heartless, too, on certain days. I had ditched Hakim, who i'd met in
Morocco and who had been quietly stealing from me to buy drugs, and I was
free to do as I pleased.

I took an artist to bed, his name was Guy, Sir Guy I call him jokingly
because he had a signet ring with a flying horse on it. I met him in one of
the small museums, actually I was outside the Musee Picasso, which I had
not realised had been closed for renovations for several years. He was
Australian, 30 and an artist. Tall, blond, blue eyes, patrician, dirty,
brilliant, tormented, sensitive and brutal. All my favourite contradictory
attributes and weaknesses in one person.

I was grateful that he spoke English, he explained that the Musee was
closed, he was touchingly apologetic about my disappointment and as he was
walking; and I was a bit lost, offered to show me the way back to the Rue
de Rivoli. We chatted over coffee in a cafe and then he suggested we go
back to his place in the 4th so he could show me his work and draw me. The
whole artist model thing is admittedly a bit corny but I was really into
him and his jeans did not hide his package.

His place was a spacious 2 room on the 4th floor, of an apartment building
in the Marais. The building had ancient winding stairs that looked almost
medieval and the rooms had thick oak beams in the walls. I could see the
Seine river was just at the end of his narrow street, and through his
bedroom window I could just see the top of Notre Dame Cathedral. He
sketched me naked in his studio with the heating turned-up. I was
uncomfortable in the hard chair, and in the second room he had a desk and
two single beds tied together with wire. We had a drink of wine and I could
hear the neighbours arguing in Russian. As we talked, I saw he had quite a
bulge happening between his thighs!

Then when he touched me with his artist's hands and kissed me passionately
it made me quiver. I moved my hand over his tight crotch and tore the
buttons open, he had a thick cut dick and big balls. I pulled down his
underwear as he stood up, and as they dropped to his ankles I knelt down in
front of him. As I wrapped my mouth around it, I thought of how perfect
this was. My first evening in Paris and I could not have asked for a better
looking, more attractive man and with a beautiful dick.

Engorged with blood it was getting harder as I started to suck him,
feasting on the big rock-hard dick, starting from the fat head until it hit
the back of my throat and continued going down as I took all of it. Guy
moaned softly in pleasure, but held my head firmly by my long hair and
started skull-fucking me, I nearly gagged a couple of times, but he knew
when to slow down and pace himself.

I'm not really a bottom, I had been with a couple of guys previously in
college who were nothing special and caused a lot of discomfort when they'd
tried to drunkenly mount me, and I got through those years mainly by giving
head, hand-jobs or topping guys. I knew that he might be a bit too big for
my inexperienced hole so I tried to make him cum, hoping that maybe he
won't be able to continue. But Guy sensed what I was doing and kept his
cool; he slowed down when he was near the point of no return and stopped.
His dick, sliding-out and slapping against my face a couple of times as
punishment.

I was kneeling in front of him totally naked on the cold tiles. I have
quite a nice, butt and Guy had noticed it right away, his hand traveled
down to cup my right ass cheek and there was no escape. He squeezed it like
a piece of ripe fruit, felt it a couple of times and then pushed my mouth
away from his balls, which I'd been sucking on, his skin it just tasted so
good.

Guy bent me over the edge of the bed and spread my cheeks with his big
hands, he spat on my asshole and gently explored the ripe pucker with his
finger before sliding it knuckle by knuckle in all the way, making me gasp.
It was reducing me to a hot mess and I was bringing me so much pleasure. He
was taking his time finger-banging my ass, deeper and deeper and I was at a
point that I knew was soon to have an orgasm. I could have begged to get
fucked at that point, but Guy stopped, then started to finger fuck me
wider, sliding in two and then three of his long fingers, and that was
almost more than I could take.

I told him, "*Guy, that feels so good, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh please fuck
me, yes, fuck my ass!"* That is what he was waiting to hear. He got kneeled
behind me popped in a condom, and in one push entered my puckered hole;
invading it all the way, balls-deep up to his pubes. I felt sharp pain that
made my head swim. I was choking-up, and drooled on my cheek from being
penetrated and stretched so fully.

But it didn't last long, pain in the ass from a nice big dick is only
temporary, I began to feel a warm glow start to build and I knew that the
pleasure of his large cock gliding in-and-out of my hole would be
fantastic. I held on to the creaking bed frame and he was plummeting his
cock faster into my boy-pussy without mercy. It was as if he was getting a
small kick from double edge of my pain and could sense my growing pleasure.
He wanted to give me a memorable fuck and was succeeding.

He was one of these controlled guys who can take forever to shoot the wad
if he wanted to. So he knew he had something good going, and was hell bent
on enjoying it for as long as possible. I think Guy started to get close to
shooting his wad and he pulled his dick out and now went down on me. After
a few minutes I made him stop because I had been so close to experiencing
something amazing and having my fingers jammed in there while he was
sucking me was not enough. I suggested we get up onto the bed and once we
were there, he revisited my hole with his cock once more.

*Do you like it? *He whispered in my ear? *Do you like my big cock in
you*And I think I said something like-
*Oh, you have no idea how good that feels... H*e began to get back into his
rhythm, and I could not help but moan* Yes, oh, oh, fuck me, yes, fuck my
hole! yes! I'm going to cum!!! *I wasn't touching myself and shot my load.
It seemed like I was floating, but stream after stream of my cum was
creamily spilling down my thighs, soaking into the bed sheets underneath
me.

He sensed my asshole was doing contractions as I came and slowed down, and
he was very vociferous, and then when he was cumming he sounded like some
animal gone wild: growling as every muscle in his body vibrated: U*gh,
aarrhg, aargh, oohhh, ooooooo!!!* and he shot his wad into the condom,
filling it up. My final contractions milking every last drop from his
throbbing cock. He rolled over on his back exhausted and I carefully peeled
it off his dick and drank all the delicious cum out of it. He looked
shocked and we fell asleep in each others arms, I was like a dead boy.

In the morning he rolled-over with a massive hard-on and fucked me awake,
and then after kissing me all over for awhile he fucked me again so slowly
and tenderly in the shower, it was torturously amazing. Before parting he
was a real gentleman, he made me coffee, we shared a pan of buttery
scrambled eggs and warm baguette as I sat across from him on the bed
wearing a clean t-shirt with nothing underneath, naked from the waist down,
both like savages down there, his cock contentedly lolling agains this leg.

He walked me down to the street door and kissed me passionately goodbye. As
I walked out into the spring day, I had a moment of clarity and smiled to
myself, I realised that I had never been kissed like that and that I no
longer secretly felt like a gay virgin.

I visited Guy again twice that week; one of the happiest of my life, but
then I had to finish my journey as I was running out of money. I lost his
number or email when I was robbed in Prague. But a few months later I
looked up his website, and his profile on Facebook, I know its a bit
stalky, but I was happy to see that Guy has a gorgeous boyfriend now and
successful career, and I really wish him every happiness. Maybe If I ever
make it to Sydney i'll see him again... and maybe, hopefully we can do a
threesome.