Bi-Sexual Male / 32
On a trip to Paris, I had been running around all day from one meeting to another, the weather was nice, a bit hot, and I was tired so I stopped at a small café and ordered a coffee and a glass of water. Beside me was man, dark complexioned, reading a newspaper. I watched him, as there wasn't anything else to watch then he let the paper up so I could see, and he had his dick in his hand and he was pointing it at me and looking at me. He made a motion with his head and a O with his mouth, motioning for me to follow.
He got up and walked down the street to the corner and turned and grabbed himself and motioned for me to follow.
In my suit, all dressed up for my business meetings, I put down my coffee and left the money on the table and followed.
He walked slow but with purpose, stopping at every corner where he turned making sure I followed. After several blocks he stopped at the entrance of a shop and motioned his head to me to follow him in. It was a men's shirt store, he walked over to the clerk and spoke with him and then walked to the back and opened a door to the dressing room and walked in.
By then I had imagined everything, from time to time I would go down to the working class side of town and suck off a man I met, but this was risky, but I couldn't get the picture of his dick, I wanted to suck his dick.
I knocked lightly on the dressing room door and he let me in, he put his hand on my head to kneel and he took his dick out. It is not that it was big dick, it was uncut and rough and he pulled the foreskin back, and I put my mouth on it and started sucking him. I don't do cum, but this time I wanted cum, I sucked him the best I could, I used my hand to masturbate him, he picked up his leg and held it out and opened his cheek with his hand and my tongue was in his hole, I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to make him cum. I went back to his dick and while fingering him, he came in a two or three short shots, his cum tasted really strange, it was thick and I moved it around in my mouth with my tongue, trying to guess the flavor of it, he was pushing my head off of his dick, but I wasn't ready to stop sucking him.
I looked up and he slapped me on the face. That night he fucked me in his apartment. On the cab ride back to my hotel I could still feel my wet asshole, I didn't wash or clean up until the morning. Sometimes I just need something really dirty.
He got up and walked down the street to the corner and turned and grabbed himself and motioned for me to follow.
In my suit, all dressed up for my business meetings, I put down my coffee and left the money on the table and followed.
He walked slow but with purpose, stopping at every corner where he turned making sure I followed. After several blocks he stopped at the entrance of a shop and motioned his head to me to follow him in. It was a men's shirt store, he walked over to the clerk and spoke with him and then walked to the back and opened a door to the dressing room and walked in.
By then I had imagined everything, from time to time I would go down to the working class side of town and suck off a man I met, but this was risky, but I couldn't get the picture of his dick, I wanted to suck his dick.
I knocked lightly on the dressing room door and he let me in, he put his hand on my head to kneel and he took his dick out. It is not that it was big dick, it was uncut and rough and he pulled the foreskin back, and I put my mouth on it and started sucking him. I don't do cum, but this time I wanted cum, I sucked him the best I could, I used my hand to masturbate him, he picked up his leg and held it out and opened his cheek with his hand and my tongue was in his hole, I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to make him cum. I went back to his dick and while fingering him, he came in a two or three short shots, his cum tasted really strange, it was thick and I moved it around in my mouth with my tongue, trying to guess the flavor of it, he was pushing my head off of his dick, but I wasn't ready to stop sucking him.
I looked up and he slapped me on the face. That night he fucked me in his apartment. On the cab ride back to my hotel I could still feel my wet asshole, I didn't wash or clean up until the morning. Sometimes I just need something really dirty.
