My French Lover part 3

It was already April the 17th, Easter week, and I was ready to leave Nantes for a two week holiday on next weekend. I had talked to Marc on the phone and he had suggested me to take the train on Friday instead of Saturday to spend the night at his place. I considered it for a couple of hours and I went to the railway station to see if I could change my ticket without extra paying. It was possible, so I told Marc the great news and he decided that, this time, he would wait for me at Gare de Lyon’s underground station for line 14, which happens to be the deepest one without mobile phone signal, instead of waiting for me at Montparnasse or at his place when I knew how to arrive at without getting lost in Paris. He would regret it later.

The days passed really fast and, before I realise, it was already Friday, time to leave Nantes for 2 weeks at Madrid, and before the plane Paris-Madrid, a little time at Marc’s.

As usual, I arrived at Montparnasse railway station; I took the underground and arrived at Gare de Lyon L14 station 15 minutes later. There was no sign of Marc whatsoever on the central and only platform. I walked to the other end of the platform and there he was waiting for me. He seemed worried because I had chosen the wrong edge of the train.

“I’m sorry Marc. I understood you wanted me to ride the train at the front and not at the rear.”

“You didn’t listen well to what I told you the other day” He answered sounding annoyed.

“I am sorry; do I have to repeat it?”

“No, you don’t, it’s too late and I get nervous when I wait for someone in the underground.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here, the fear is over.” I said, “Just you wait and you will see something interesting”. I had waxed my chest some days ago, not that I am very hairy, but I feel like waxing my chest sometimes.

“Actually, you have told me something about a surprise”

We finally arrived at Marc’s and we quickly undressed. He was already at full mast and it didn’t take me too long to have an erection watching his dick oozing and leaking pre-cum.

We laid down in bed and I lubricated his dick with the pre-cum it was oozing. I put it in my mouth and start sucking and going deep-throat. He was moaning with pleasure and pushing my head to go deeper. I hate to be pushed to suck, so I took off his hand and put it in my butt so he could caress it.

“You know I don’t like my head pushed, isn’t my blowjob good enough for you?” I said.

“And you know I like to make love to you, will you let me do it?” He answered.

“OK, but go slowly, it hurts me when you pop in and out too fast.”
“I will, don’t worry”.

He put on a condom and lubricated my hole with his saliva. He didn’t really need to put his dick in my arse since his finger-fucking was already arousing. Then he placed the tip of his cock in my anus and pushed until half his shaft was inside.

“You are so tight in there…”

“Am I?”

“Yes, I don’t want to hurt you, tell me if it hurts.”

“OK, you can go deeper, but don’t pop in and out as if you were fucking a girl. My anus is not a pussy”

“Sorry”

He slowed down and stroked my round butt again. I’d say he likes hairless round butts, like mine, even if he pretends to like hairy boys.

He never let his hand touch my dick. Everything was perfect except for that. I, then, stroked my dick along with his motion. He was loving what he was doing, and so was I.

Little by little, we reached orgasm and we collapsed on the bed. I give him a tender kiss and a hug and we fell asleep.

Next morning, we left quite early for the airport. We were quitting each other again. I was to return two weeks later from Madrid and he would go to the airport to spend some hours with me before I took the train to Nantes right there three hours later. Unfortunately, he forgot the exact date and I found myself alone at Charles de Gaulle Airport for three hours. He had gone on a short trip to a little village in Picardie, to a gay B&B where he met some nice guys. I wasn’t too disappointed, it was clear that nothing could be done in three hours at the airport.

Anyway, I had plans for may including some days at Marc’s, but first I had to write to an Erasmus student in Lyon to see if I could visit him and visit this wonderful town. I had planned a four day trip to Lyon and Paris. I was taking the opportunity to meet another friend from Madrid that would visit Paris during that weekend. None of them were homosexual, of course, I wasn’t that lucky. Actually, the Erasmus student from Lyon, Fernando, could have been, he didn’t have a girlfriend, but I didn’t find him attractive, I never found out if he was or not.

Due to the lateness of Fernando’s answer, I considered that maybe Fernando wasn’t there, so I booked at Lyon’s youth hostel, just in case. I could finally go to his place, so I cancelled the booking. I found out at the last moment that I had two days off extra at school, so I decided to stay one day more in Lyon and one day more in Paris, it suited Fernando and Marc well.

So, there I go again…
(to be continued in Lyon and Paris in part 4 if I have the time)