Date: Fri, 30 Jul 1999 23:02:01 BST
From: Alex Foster <nilex_crane@hotmail.com>
Subject: A walk on the Riverside

It had been a hot day. The sort of day that's possible in late May in Paris, 
the leaves on the trees in the squares and the boulevards already starting 
to crisp and turn brown at the edges. The sort of day that you might 
possibly see in London in August in a decade, but that in Paris comes all 
too regularly. I'm not a man for the heat - certain saunas aside - and the 
day had been too much for me. Business had forced me out of my flat in the 
early morning before the pavements were hot enough to burn my feet through 
my shoes, and when the trees still afforded some shade. But I had scurried 
back as soon as I could and I spent the rest of the day behind closed 
shutters with a book, a fan and a margarita that was almost more ice than 
alcohol. This Englishman lets the dogs go out alone in the midday sun.

A summer's day in Paris is longer than in London: it was only just beginning 
to get dark at nine-thirty when I woke and found I had slept most of the 
day. The book had fallen unchecked from my hand, all the ice had melted, and 
the drink that I finished off was luke-warm. The fan was still doing its 
job, and I felt almost chilly - until I stood up, stretched, and moved out 
of the stream of cold air. I felt annoyed that I had slept so long, knowing 
that I would be unable to sleep that night. I had also not eaten all day, 
and even had the start of a hangover from my afternoon tipple - things were 
not looking up. I started to make amends, with a new frosted glass, measures 
of tequila and cointreau, squeezing the other half of the lime, and emptying 
my ice draw. The fridge proved almost bare, but there were the remains of a 
sauce I had made a day or two before, and what man worth having doesn't have 
pasta at his disposal? I am worth having, as more than my pasta will 
testify.

By eleven-thirty it was velvet dark, and the night promised to be as 
beautiful as the day. The sky was still cloudless, and the air still warm 
and close. I showered off the day's sweat and planned my evening. I didn't 
feel like dancing and I wasn't sure if, having spent such a day indoors, I 
wanted to spend any of the rest of it under cover. In any case, after so 
much inactivity, I needed to stretch my legs and get some exercise. I 
decided on a walk along the river - which could provide both exercise and 
possibly someone to spend the night with. I dressed, shorts and a tight 
t-shirt to show my honed but pale legs and torso. Carrying the minimum, but 
armed with a condom, I was ready. I stepped out into the moonlight.

A full moon does something strange to men, I have found. Statistics show 
that violent crime waves in phase with the moon, and certainly the steamier 
bars are steamier than usual when the skies are clear and the moon casts her 
pale blue light around. Tonight was no exception. The quay was near to 
crowded, and with men I found deeply attractive, and who were also eyeing my 
body appreciatively - tonight would be special, it seemed. I was, however, 
in no hurry, and I walked the full length of the key, eyeing all comers and 
noting possibilities before turning and walking back along the cobbles to 
the stairs to the roadside.  The clarity of everything was dazzling, the 
moon was reflected in the silky black river and even the stars seemed to 
provide more light for once than the street lamps. I looked up into the 
skies as well as in the faces of my fellow men, and for the first time since 
moving to the city, was able to pick out the constellations. The plough, the 
bears, Orion - was that his belt? Or does Orion dress to the right? As I was 
moon-gazing and lusting, the weather changed. The close air became muggy, 
and drops of rain fell. Clouds rushed in from nowhere, and far away, I heard 
thunder. The rain threatened to get nasty, and no-one had thought of the 
sort of rubberwear that protects against water. The men who had been happy 
to wander with no particular plan now became a little more focused, and the 
singles couples and threes of men walking the quayside now had a discernible 
direction. As one, we turned, and headed for the steps that lead to the 
road, and to the passage under it. Wide enough for five men shoulder to 
shoulder, this subway has the smell that tells you the men are more likely 
to stand face to face. Tonight, the subway felt fuller than I had known it 
in the past. The only lights there had long before been vandalised, and 
sight perforce gave way to baser senses. I could hear around me the 
breathing of men not regulated and calm, but excited, punctuated by grunts 
and exclamations.  Those men were breathing the same smells as me - 
civilised smells of deodorant and aftershaves mingled with the most basic of 
human smells - sweat, piss and cum. And touch! On all sides I could feel men 
jostling against my body, could feel hands and arms and legs pressed against 
mine. By the time one hand made contact with my dick through my shorts, I 
was already excited, hard and throbbing for more specific contact.

There was lightening, and for an instant I could see the face, grin and 
goatee of the man facing me and feeling me. Then we were in the dark once 
more as the thunder growled and men responded, and I was left with a searing 
imprint of dark smudgy eyebrows and eyes aglow. I let him undo my fly, and 
free my cock which pointed instantly skywards. He undid the button and 
forced my shorts over and down. I let my hands grab his hips and slide 
around to his arse, pulling his body closer to mine. I caressed his stomach, 
approving his firm abs and working my hands under his shirt over his torso 
up to his hard nipples. As I tweaked, he stroked precisely - then he was 
gone. He had dropped to his knees to lick my cockhead, then suck it, then 
swallow it, leaving me to stroke his short hair and thrust into him. His 
mouth was warm, and his tongue exact and I was beside myself. As his mouth 
worked my dick, his hands stroked my thighs, making the hair on my legs 
stand as erect as my cock. Then his hands moved up under my balls and 
behind, and I could feel a probing finger pushing my buttocks apart, and 
reaching my hole. He worked his finger in deeper and deeper without stopping 
for a moment the delicious coming and going on my cock. Everything in me 
that was sex was throbbing to him, and I was on the verge of an orgasm when 
he took his head away, my dick growing cold as his saliva evaporated. His 
hands moved to my hips and he turned me round, his warm hands found my 
buttocks again and spread them tenderly to ease his tongue in where his 
finger had been. He could rim like he could suck cock and the pleasure of 
his tongue on and around my ring was heightened and made exquisite by the 
rough scratch of his beard on the inside of my buttocks. His hands reached 
up, and it was his turn to tweak my nipples as I bent forward to give him 
easier access to all he wanted to take.

Then he stood up, and I could feel his dick between my legs. He was as hard 
as I was, his member heavy and meaty under my arse and between my balls, and 
he started a to and fro movement that caused my own massive erection to bob 
and sway. His mouth and beard were now kissing the back of my neck and ears, 
his tongue licking around my earring and into my ear, then he whispered in 
French, "Can I fuck you?" I could only nod, and he broke away from me just 
long enough for me to hear a rubber snap into place, and for both of us to 
tear off our sweat-drenched t-shirts. Then he put a hand on either shoulder, 
and with one precision movement guided his missile between my buttocks. I 
felt my ring part to allow his cockhead in and clenched to grip his shaft 
behind it. He glided deep into me, his dick provoking the sensations that 
his expert fingers and tongue had only begun to trigger. The bone in his 
crotch ground against the base of my spine, and he glued his naked torso to 
my back. Then his hands moved down from my shoulders in a continuation of 
the same, slow, fluid motion, cupping my nipples and tracing a path through 
my hair down to my crotch. He held on to my hips, and only then did he start 
to fuck me, slowly and with infinite care. At each thrust I felt his dick 
withdraw until it was close to the outside of me, then force its way back 
home; at each thrust the warm feeling of contentment and passion and raw 
excitement growing and spreading throughout me, and causing an arousal and 
an intensity of feeling that brought my entire body into oneness with his. 
His face was once more kissing my neck, my ears, his beard rubbing against 
my hairline, and with exquisite tenderness he bit my shoulder. I reached 
behind me to raid my fingers through his hair and to pull his mouth round to 
mine, my head turning owl-like to meet his beard and his tongue in a 
breathtaking kiss.

His thrusts began to pick up speed and for the first time since we had 
started I felt an urgency in his actions. I could feel how close he was to 
coming in me - could almost feel the cum mounting in his balls and up his 
shaft and ready to explode in hot drops against the rubber barrier. I could 
also feel how the same reaction was taking place in me, how I could almost 
shoot without being touched, how having no rubber to limit the force of my 
ejaculation I would cum like a fire hose. I also knew that, like me, he was 
using everything in his power to prevent his orgasm. Our bodies were working 
as one to keep this ultimate pleasure going as long as possible.

He broke our kiss for long enough to spit on his hand, and clenching his 
fist in front of me, made a lubed hole for me to fuck, like he was fucking 
my lubed hole. Then we were thrusting together in opposite time, his hand 
held tight around my cock, my arse bunched up around his. We felt between us 
the white explosion growing force from deep within the animal we had become 
and we could delay it no longer. The heat was released and forced up and up 
in a massive combined ejaculation that spurted between us in waves and waves 
and finally gave way. Outside the tunnel, in the sky overhead, a white bolt 
of lightening split the sky, and the thunder echoed all through us, growling 
our satisfaction.