My French lover part 2

February 2006, again in Nantes, I can’t stop thinking about Marc. We had so little time to know each other at the airport… I must phone him as soon as possible to see him again. first I should look for the appropriate weekend. 17th march will do, my parents won’t call me since they won’t be in Madrid.

As I forgot to describe Marc in part one, I’d better describe him before going on with the story. Marc is a man in his late thirties, dirty blond short balding hair, hazel eyes, light complexion, hairier body than I remember, and most of all, what I love in him, his navel, which is larger than the average in diameter, not very deep and very soft. He doesn’t like it touched, but appreciated my remark when I told him I liked his navel.

During the first weekend after my returning to Nantes I phoned Marc. I did it while I was in the laundry alone waiting for the washing machine to finish. He seemed surprised by my call.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d phone me again.”

“Well, here I am, I miss you a little, especially that thing you have between your legs.

“Do you? You haven’t seen a lot of it, remember I was nervous at the airport and my penis couldn’t get fully erect.”

“That was a pity, I hope next time I will be able to see something harder.”

“You will that’s for sure.”

“I have been thinking of a date. I’m calling you in advance so we can fix a date that suit both of us. I have thought of the 17th March, is it a good date for you?”

“I think so, let me check… Yes, I can receive you.”

“OK, I will phone you again when I get the train tickets to confirm the arrival time.”

I went this very afternoon to the railway station to get the tickets. The 17th March seemed so far… I had still to go through one of the most tiring clinics during March. Marc and I keep on calling each other every other day, then everyday during the week before our date. I got very hard talking with him at the phone and so did he.
Finally, on March the 17th, I went to the station and took the train. He was going to Montparnasse station to pick me up, there was no worrying about losing oneself in Paris underground. Not that I am the sort of person that gets lost easily in the Underground, I live in Madrid after all.

He had told me he would be waiting for me at the station hall, but I found him waiting on the platform when getting out of the train.

“Marc! It’s so nice to see you again. By the way, weren’t you supposed to wait at the hall?”

“I have decided to give you this little surprise.”

I would have loved to kiss him right there, but believe me, even today in Europe two men kissing on the lips in a public place attract everyone’s attention, unless you are walking on the Marais in Paris.

“Later my dear, now let’s take the Underground before it gets too crowded.” Marc told me as if he guessed what I wanted to do.

“I think we’d better get out of this damned station and walk to the next Underground station so I get some sunlight before it gets completely dark”

“You are right, let’s walk to Saint Placide”

We took the Underground and we arrived at his place twenty minutes later. He lived in a flat near Gare de Lyon (one of the main lines railway station). It wasn’t a huge flat, just a living room with a little kitchen on the corner, a bathroom and a bedroom with a 1.50 m bed. It was quite cosy.

Right after closing the entrance door, I kiss him and we hugged each other. I felt so relieved. It had been a hard week of cattle clinics at the Veterinary School in Nantes.

We sit at the sofa and start some small talking about what we were doing that evening, where to have dinner, what to do the day after… I asked him if he was already hard.

“You can check it yourself” he told me getting closer.

I put my hand on his crotch over his trousers. I hadn’t felt it that hard at the airport. I knew it had to be bigger than mine, not a horsy penis, but a big one when it was erect.

“Oh yes, you have an erection, and so do I”

I guided his hand to my crotch. He looked at me with hunger and we start to undress. His penis was bigger than mine as I had noticed, and it was my turn to suck it.

I took it in my hand and put it in my mouth. It felt warm and hard. 
I started the up and down motion while he was sighting with pleasure. I licked the tip of his dick with my tongue and he loved it. We went to his bed to be more comfortable.

“I want to see your bottom” “I want to make love to you” (he never uses the F word in bed, he finds it gross).

I turned to show him my bottom and he started to caress it softly. He approached his dick to my anus and stroked it with the tip. He really wanted to penetrate it, but he wasn’t doing it without a condom. I told him to touch my dick but he was too concentrated on my arse. He went on caressing my bottom, but this time I sucked his penis at the same time.

“I feel like cumming Alex, you’d better cum too”.

“I’ll try”.

I concentrated on the motion of stroking my dick while he was stroking his. He started to cum on his chest and I took some of his semen and to stroke my dick with it. Everybody knows how good it feels to lube your dick with someone else’s semen. I went on but I was tired and I couldn’t reach the climax.

“Don’t worry honey, you will cum later” Marc told me kissing me on the cheek.

We left for dinner at an Italian restaurant, where we met one of Marc’s neighbours. He was really annoying to say the least. I wanted Marc and me to be alone to finish our work, but he wouldn’t go home. When he finally left us alone it was 2 o’clock in the morning and I was tired and so was Marc. We went to sleep.

I woke up hearing Marc masturbating in bed. I helped him right away with his job sucking his dick while he caressed my bottom with his soft hands. He wanted to penetrate me again, he felt like putting his dick in my arse. We left the bed and went to the shower, where he took some lube and put it all over my asterisk and his dick. I was scared he could hurt me with his big dick. Mine’s 16 cm and his I’d say 3 cm longer and a little bit thicker than mine.

He aimed and put his dick into my virgin arse, I had never been really penetrated, I had played with dicks, suck dicks, have mine sucked, masturbate others, have my dick masturbated, my bottom caressed, finger-fucking but not real penetration. It hurt when his dick entered my rectum, and contrary to others, the pain didn’t leave easily. I wanted him to enjoy the penetration, but I wasn’t enjoying it. He didn’t want to masturbate me while fucking me, I tried three or four times to put his hand on my penis but he would retire it again and again.

I started to masturbate myself while he was penetrating me and he reached the climax filling in the condom. He took his dick out and took off the condom and threw it to the dustbin. He caressed my ass until I came all over. We hugged and kissed and we got dressed to visit some new places to me in Paris.

We visited later in the morning Le Marais, the gay district in Paris, where he showed me some sex-shops and we saw several couples of men walking hand in hand. I had already seen some in Madrid, but it was a new sensation to me, to walk on a gay district. I felt weird.

Saturday afternoon I went to Montparnasse station again, it was time to quit each other, I had to return to my duties and he had to return to his. I was sad but I knew I was meeting him soon. Our sexual intercourse hadn’t been as satisfying as we thought but we enjoyed these hours together.

As a gift, he gave me a gay magazine called Têtu, which featured a list of gay places all over France: saunas, gyms, bars, discos… It was a pity I learned about these places so late in my Erasmus year, I only had three months to discover the pleasures hidden inside these places. What happened during my visits to these gay places is another story, and the next visit to Marc will come in part 3.