Remember a tale for adults, all very tame ‘stuff ‘and NSFW.
‘I was tired from traveling bewildered with nowhere to sleep, the choice was stark a park bench for the night or him, so I chose him relieved to be safe at last.’
I guess an emotional shock heightens sharpens the senses and I remember every detail, he’d taken a chance just as he probably did every evening, he was a lovely guy, a gentleman, he didn’t force himself upon me which I’ll forever be grateful for, I could easily have been raped only to end my days as dismembered body parts in an unknown grave, a missing person never heard of again. Understand he was a nice guy!
Nervously I crept out of his en-suite bathroom wearing only a towel round my waist, clasping clothes bundled in my arms, my comfort blanket, I’d just had a lovely warm and pleasant shower only to be faced by the French guy standing naked a few paces from me. And to say I was startled no shocked is possibly the biggest understatement ever, we’d never spoken simply because my French was non existent and he spoke very little English, call him Gallic relaxed confident, and although nervous and a little fearful I didn’t panic, I’m a good judge of character and he’d been a lovely guy this whole evening.
In fact he’d been a perfect gentleman ever since picking me up at the Station, but beneath my very invigorating hot shower I’d slowly come to my senses, I finally understood he’d been more than very friendly striking up that conversation in the waiting room, he’d been cruising, I’d been picked up! The penny had dropped whilst hot water cascaded down my slim pink body, and I knew as I’d suspected, at long last I was sure he was gay.
Having showered, clutching clothes bundled in my arms I nervously stepped out the shower and walked into his en suite bedroom, omfg there my Frenchman stood like a statue in the doorway, all pink and naked and possibly the biggest fright of my life ‘gulp!’
In retrospect, looking back to that evening, I appear to judge him more harshly now, his choice of lifestyle is perhaps more dishonest than I’d first thought, he’d groomed me and still to this day that bothers me. All these years later I really don’t care he’d visited a train Station, ten minutes before the entrance doors were closed for the evening, a prison for the night, doors to be opened early next morning, each night he went looking men and tonight I was he.
But my new found distaste forgets one truth, if he hadn’t given me a bed for the night I would have been sleeping in a Le Man’s Street, beaten or robbed, a conundrum if ever there was one! But that’s now immaterial, I went home with him and so what he picked men up if he lives a life without harming anyone, doesn’t lie or cheat then ‘cruising’ is fine however unconventional his life is by societies twisted standards. So yes he picked up men taking them home for consensual sex, he just lives his life that way, by a different set of rules it’s nobody else’s business but his own ………. AFTERALL WE’RE A LONG TIME DEAD!
However if he visited that railway station every evening to pickup young women solely for sex, tired single lonely fearful women, knowing the Station would be soon closed is that different?……..yes but it shouldn’t BE.
Back to my tale, I’ve walked out of his en-suite shower naked to be confronted by my Good Samaritan standing at the foot of his bed naked and now slightly aroused, the tip of his dick quivering, they have a mind of their own and his member wanted in my mouth or ass. My whole being was now in a state of shock disbelief and confusion, so there we both stood a few feet apart, two naked males, statuesque-like bodies a soft shade of rose pink but for a mop of jet black hair sprouting from each others groin, compared to the gloriously proportioned female nude, mythological Greek goddesses, slim figures pert breasts the sensual inward curve toward her vulva, lips of labia disappearing between slightly parted thighs, dripping with salty nectar, in comparison to a lady don’t male’s ‘bits and pieces’ seem well out of place?
Oh if he’d been a woman I would have knelt at her feet, licked sucked and nuzzled her warm wet slit……………….. then an electrified synapse in my brain shook my paralysed mind into reality, here stood a naked man before me! Oh ###k!!!
The guy in my tale is cuddly bear of a man and quite sweet really though not effeminate, I dislike limp wristed men, he’s gay and that’s ok by me. He looked at me a welcoming smile crossed his face, now having regained my sanity I could see he carried a slight paunch but he was still rather well toned, in fact quite a good looking handsome a guy, with Gallic face slightly died hair age 50.
My heart was pounding and I could feel my inhibitions dissipating, I‘ve never thought myself gay in fact I knew I wasn’t gay, I adored women, but tonight I felt so alive electricity now coursing through my veins and I could feel a warm tingle around my genitals, must be all those thousands of stimulated nerve endings! Now directly facing me, looking into my eyes this guy for I still don’t know his name, must have sensed I found him attractive, perhaps all evening he’d dreamed of having his wicked way with me, using my body as he desired, or more worryingly perhaps he was a predatory man who ever since the first minute he set eyes on me, groomed me, the only thought on his mind sex.
Hmm for how long had he wandered around the emptying Station now there’s a thought, five minutes? Or had he watched me from afar for an hour or so?
My heart pounding he stepped forward and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, his arms now wrapped around my waist, aroused genitals pressing against my own, the thought of kissing a man had always repulsed me but now I felt his breath on my lips, a waft of aftershave inside my nostrils so different to the scent of female perfume. The whole evening he’d taken a lead, made the first move, I was out of my depth and this portly Frenchman knew it, I sensed he understood with crystal clarity I was his tonight, our lips now touched however the kiss wasn’t romantic more animal and passionate. I wasn’t gay mind you tasting him, exchanging saliva with another man excited me. So we kissed for a while longer cheek to cheek each other’s stubble stimulating the skin, hour heads moving rhythmically side to side, his eyes tight shut mine wide open, I’ve always enjoyed fucking women with my eyes open, so close to her’s they’re unable to focus.
He pulled away, broke the silence finally asking my name, “You never said what your name is?”
“You never asked……….it’s Paul” I replied.
Then he whispered in my ear “Paul do you want to suck my dick?” I recoiled away from him in disgust, only his arms around my waist held me from falling back into his bathroom, I pulled away further breaking his strong clasp, tried to leave him as if in disgust then glanced down at his erect member, I couldn’t, this was a step tooo far, but as I stalled attempting to allow my thoughts to catch up with a brain now in a time lag the adrenalin flowing through every part of my body excited me even more. I too was beginning to become aroused glancing at his face then looking longingly at his groin then his slightly chubby face again, umm I’ve seen worse dicks inside a men’s shower room, nude men have never bothered me.
I’d now successfully mastered my momentary time warp and my brain had finally caught up with reality, I glanced down again feeling mildly shocked, I to was standing erect and sensing an homo erotic urge, our erect genitals touched now trapped against each others thighs, we embraced again, arms enveloping each others hips, soft red succulent lips wet with minty saliva gorging at each other, so pleased I’d brushed my teeth, we kissed again and again.
Yep this evening no question I was gay, no I’ll qualify that with bi sexual, I’ve always and still do think we are all a mixture of sexual orientation, a definitive line in the sand doesn’t exist, or perhaps tonight, being carried away in the excitement of unknown pleasures had clouded my standards and judgment?
“No I cannot” I answered, “it’s not you, you’ve been lovely sweet and kind ever since you picked me up, but I’m not gay” I said my eyes now slightly moist at the now lie, “I cannot take you in my mouth, I don’t want to and please don’t make me.”
“Shush now that’s ok my sweet English friend we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to” as he pressed his body even closer to mine, his strong arms wrapped around me squeezing me so tightly a reflex motion pushed my hands forward holding either side of his waist
That felt nice, he was carrying a few pounds and I guess I was clasping his love handles. We kissed some more, our lips wet with saliva pressed tight against each other, I gulped and gulped again, then I felt his tongue force itself into my mouth the tip entwine with mine. He slid his strong hands up and down my back until resting gripping my buttocks so hard I whimpered “ouch”. Panting heavily I did the same, sexual excitement, a lustful virgin wanting to learn more, carried me along on a wave of ecstasy, I knew whatever was about to happen tonight I wouldn’t be the same man in the morning, I was his I was happy and smiling to myself I was in heaven.
Now all inhibitions were gone, I was enjoying exploring and loving his body, God his round buttocks were so plump firm and slightly hairy, I didn’t mind, gay or not they felt just like a woman’s, so smooth and round. Now our bodies were as one, chest and thighs touching, our forearms and hands behind each other, my lips devouring his. Then he did something quite unexpectedly, I felt the fingers of his right hand move between the crack of my ass. I didn’t flinch he knew I didn’t mind.
He pulled his head back from mine, with his eyes averting my gaze he spat a large blob of saliva into his hands rubbing its wetness between his fingers. He motioned his arm around my waist again pulling my body tightly against his, I felt is ball sack gently whip and bounce against mine. I knew what was coming, my heart pounding so hard, fearful a thought crossed my mind, ‘was I about to have a heart attack?’ Take my final breath embraced in a strangers arms, in a foreign far away land?
(Phew hot stuff A. Shepherdson!)
Then my whole body flinched, rising skywards, a mild convulsion making me stand on tip toes, his fingers were between the cracks of my ass and pressed against my butt hole. After a second my body began to relax after its virgin involuntary homoerotic spasm. His lips pulled away. …..and calmly asked in soft French tones,
“You know what I want but I have to ask! Do you mind?”……I shook my head mouth wide open, his finger’s pressing the opening, sending tingles up my spine!
“I don’t mind”, I smiled.
I couldn’t kiss anymore my head was in a spin so I rested my chin on his should as he methodically slowly and gently inserted two fingers deep inside my anus, so far they touched pressed against my prostate, our bodies embraced harder than ever.
“Jesus Christ wholly ###k!” I shouted ecstasy in my voice, an oh so pleasurable feeling emanated from the firm hard walnut shaped organ in my body, continuing to pulse along the whole shaft of my penis, I recognised the orgasmic waves of joy, I had never been so erect and hard in my life, like a rod of iron, my body had never been so electrified and alive as he rubbed and stroked his finger along the surface of my prostate, I felt like I wanted to pee but didn’t.
Minutes of overwhelming pleasure happiness and blissful euphoria consumed my body, my only thought ‘don’t stop, love me, I want this rapture for all eternity’, while my French guy and I lovingly embracing each other my chin resting on his collar bone, biting his neck, his fingers moving inside my ass, yes he’d groomed me from beginning to here, he’d made moves, led the way but I didn’t mind, just think I could have lived my whole life oblivious to the carnal pleasure only a man could give.
He quietly asked again waking me from a dream, “Paul, would you like me to ###k you?”
OMG!!! I felt a tightening in my stomach, what had I gotten myself into, a complete understatement if ever there was one, an hour ago I was sitting on a railway platform bench and now I was being sexually propositioned, he’d asked, it was consensual but never once that evening had felt in danger for my life.
My mind and imagination were spinning like a child’s top now, fingers wriggling deep inside my ass, eyes wide open, the dimly lit decor a coloured blur around the periphery of my vision, to this day I don’t know why I said the word “yes” but I did, this involuntary reflection came loudly from my mouth, without me trying to stifle or stop. His arms and hands dropped to his waist as he pulled away, I was a little taken aback by his instant rejection, then he rather tooo quickly motioned across the bedroom carpet, opened a desk draw, hands rummaging among clothing, he was searching for something and I had a feeling I knew what!! Then he found what he was looking for and held a small white plastic square to the light, excitedly saying “oui” with his find, all the time me standing statuesque my feet welded to the carpet, and oh yes, ###k me yes, I knew exactly what he was holding!
Heart in my mouth I knew what was coming next as he rushed around the bedroom a blur of activity, I palpably saw a sexual frenzy over whelmed his being, so fast as if worried I’d leave, turning bathroom lights off shutting bedroom doors a whirlwind of activity going on around me. But a calm had enveloped my consciousness, my breath slowed now normal again. I can remember thinking with perfect crystal clear clarity, this is my final moment of choice, sexual intercourse, screwed for the first time in my virgin ass or say no, simple as that, there was no confusion, no ambiguous catch 22 his thick penis inserted up my ass in ten seconds time, or say “non” right now!
The next 5 seconds went on for an age, you’ll have experienced this stalling of time, I’m told during a car crash time stops still, now I felt like I had a lifetime to make a choice, and it was my choice no backing out now. ………..my answer was a simple yes, uncomplicated as it sounds, answering yes to sex was all I needed to say, tomorrow is the time for regrets, ‘in for a penny in for a pound’ amusedly crossed my mind, a funny English phrase, and why not, life is now regrets come later. Furious activity complete he slowly walked toward me having ripped open the packet only stopping to unfurl the shiny latex along his hard pre coital shaft, complete with dark purple bell end. Now standing in front of me I noticed his skin shimmered and glistened, he was sweating and breathless but with a face carrying a rather worried expression.
“Paul?”, he questioned me, he’d neglected me, allowed me to think for myself for 5 seconds and now I could see the panic in his eyes, would I say no, but with a slight smile and resigned nod of my head I said “I’m ok”, mind you I wasn’t as keen as I once was! His eyes lit up like a child opening a present on Xmas day, I’d never seen him so pleased and animated that made me smile, both at peace all tension between us disappeared like ether.
“Lay down” he said smiling, motioning towards the bed, thinking back now yes I reluctantly wearily took steps toward his double bed, feeling the soft brown sheets in my hands as I crawled onto his mattress and dutifully laying on my belly. Out the corner of my eye I could see him pick up a large white bottle taken from the top of an oak table, f#ck I knew what that was as I turned my head to look against the opposing wall. I closed my eyes and felt the bed bounce up and down as he sat kneeling alongside my midriff, a heavier man than I first thought! Then I heard the recognisable sound of gel squirting from a pump action bottle top. God he’s not gonna massage me like those loose women? No I knew what was happening next and to my surprise I felt what must have been a joyous heady cocktail of pleasure giving chemicals rushing out of my brain, with calmed emotions, lucid happy and contented thoughts I relaxed, comforted myself, I DID want him inside me, do the dirty deed, ###k me in the ass!
Still seated by my side, lights dimmed, bedroom warm and cosy, he turned and swung his strong thigh across the small of my back, now sitting straddling the tops of my thighs hands alongside my turned head, I closed my eyes then seconds later I felt the tip of his erection push through between my squeezed together cheeks, rim of foreskin coming to rest against my closed hole. My whole body convulsed in shock as the ice cold sticky gel pressed against the opening!
“Paul” he whispered with a hushed French accent, “Relax”
But I couldn’t, every muscle around my groin and buttocks clenched, he sat back a little then gently massaged my shoulder muscles allowing all tensions to release, minutes passed and a calm overcame me, a drowsiness as if my consciousness and eyelids requested sleep. But I didn’t! He was following all the signals coming from my body, he was skilfully playing me as if I were a musical instrument between the fingers of his hands, sensing I was ready he pushed his torso forward again at the same time his two hands placed either side of my head again holding the bridge of his chubby frame, absorbed into quilt and foam.
“Relax” he said more firmly and I obliged. now I felt the tip of his shaft again press against the most intimate part of a male’s body, then gently slip inside, the soft anus flesh parted and God the first inch was painful, my sphincter relaxed and his hole member, now lubricated slipped inside all cold and wet. Jesus! He paused and we lay motionless coupled pre coital, then his pelvis began to rhythmically slowly rock back and forth both hands supporting his weight pressing into my pillow. Faster and faster he pushed, pulling out only to lance back in pressing even deeper, violating me deflowering me, but I loved the pain I enjoyed the discomfort my rectum now full, me grimacing under the now powerful near violent stabbing as his groin slapped my cheeks. Now he was hurting with each brutal thrust, the whole ten thick inches making me want to and that I didn’t was sheer blind concentration.
He was now like a wild animal thrusting back and forth in an animalistic primeval frenzy, gasping for air, drops of sweat falling from his forehead onto my neck, quicker and harder he rode my ass, and it hurt the full weight of his heavy torso forcing his hard large dick for he was a man of great girth. With every thrust I squealed eyelids tightly close teeth biting the soft cotton bed sheet, only for him to pull the pillow from under my head and toss across the room. Although my body was writhing in discomfort, my mind was crystal clear, my prostate stinging burning hot. Now he was ####ing me so hard I thought I may lose consciousness, THEN his groin convulsed, his body momentarily in a spasm as my a##h### contracted in unison, I felt the veins of his hardness against the inner walls as his throbbing member pumped silky cream and we screamed a mixture of joy and pain.
Now the rhythmic rocking of his pelvis a top of mine slowed, he caught his breath and I felt the bulb of his condom grow large pressed against the inner organs of my body, all fear palpably dispersed, thank god he’d worn a condom, I’d forgotten, I’d trusted him, women tell me some men pull them off the moment before cumming, the rape makes them cry and only at the moment of orgasmic climax did I think Christ what if! Recovering composure breath weakening he pulled out a softening dick, our bodies no longer coupled as one living gasping animal, he brought his right thigh across my spine, tossed the condom away and exhausted lay on his back beside me eyes closed, I gazed at him he oblivious to my stare and thought to myself ‘so this is how I appear moments after sex, worn-out serene satisfied!’
The remaining hours passed uneventfully, he instantly fell asleep and I lay motionless eyes fixed on the worm like cable flex attached to a light bulb, still a dull orange having been dimmed, wide awake I tried to rationally process what happened earlier, but I had no regrets sex emotionally means little to me, what happened between us was animal passion and nothing more.
I felt no love for the guy no loving bond, he didn’t repulse me there was a complete emotional detachment, satisfying my carnal lust then we’d HOPEFULLY both go our separate ways. I smiled to myself. Perhaps most men would feel disgust their ass being so hellishly lovingly violated, but I’m not most men, I’m open to new experiences and I can detach sex from any thoughts of connecting with someone’s soul. Believe me when I say I can ###k someone, feel no attachment then walk away satisfied with my conscience clear.
My mind now at peace I drifted into a deep sleep!
In the morning we dressed without speaking and he drove me all the way back to the railway station in his Renault Twingo with not a word of conversation between us, no hate or malice just nothing to say, no atmosphere because we meant nothing to each other then we arrived at the station said our goodbyes and I’ve never heard or seen of him since! That’s what happened one evening in France, we made love then went our separate ways.
He was a nice guy.
So how did I do? Passably entertaining? 😀 The tale of a guy picking up weary male travellers with the promise of a bed and shower, yet at the same time his generosity in exchange for something darker and more sinister……….. well next post I will reveal what is true and what isn’t………….. you may be relieved or disappointed!
© A. Shepherdson 2018