Three Days In Paris - Part 2

CHAPTER II: THE SHOWER

There we are standing side by side washing our hands trying to be cool after having just had great sex. We are looking at each other in the mirror and we both smile together.

In my best French I introduce myself.
“Bonjour my name is Michael, I’m on holiday from Canada for a few days. Where are you from?”

In perfect English he responds; “Hi! I’m Johan or you can call me John, whatever you like. I’m also on vacation. From Denmark. Been camping with some friends from school in Normandy but the weather was awful. Cold and rainy so we came back to Paris to see what fun we can have.”

“I think you just had some. I know I did. That was fantastic.”

“Yea, I was really horny. My friends are only interested in girls so I have not had much action on this trip. You looked interested so I figured what the fuck.”

“I am glad you did - that was great. So where are you off to now? Heading home with your buddies?”

“No. We will stay in Paris for a few days. They know some chick that will put us up in her apartment but she does not get home until later so we were just hanging around until she picks us up.”

“Oh!” I said, hearing my own disappointment in my response. “Do you have to stay with them? I’m staying in the big hotel across the street for the next few days. If you want … you can join me.”

Was that pleading in my voice?

“Man! That would be great. Better than sleeping on the floor whiles those two screw the bitch all night. It’s not my scene you know. How I would fancy a hot shower and a real bed with sheets. I feel so grubby and tired. I would also love to do more of that,” he said as he tossed his head in the direction of the cubical and gave me one of those sexy smiles as he laughed. I felt excited. As we walked out of the washroom towards the station proper I hesitated and then asked, “By the way… just how old are you?”

Johan laughed and pulling out his wallet and showed me his Passport.

“See, 18, I’m more than legal age in both Denmark and France.. I know I look young. Many of the blond Danes do. No beard. And I’m short. No problems, ok? ”

I smiled back at him, glad that I got the right answer. What would I have done if he were younger? “OK. As you say - no problems.” I answered,

He laughed again and touched my ass in a sexy way. I felt both thrilled and uncomfortable with this public display of gay affection - but what the hell, I said, this was Paris, and I leaned back into his touch. I was suddenly light-headed and a little giggly as my manhood stirred. We headed back to his friends and Johan told them he was not going with them. They smiled at us and one of them said “Enjoy!” and gave me the thumbs up. All the time we were talking, Johan is playing with my ass. Is everyone in the station watching us; judging me? At this point I said screw it - this was my time and I will enjoy it in whatever way I want.

“I think they where quite relieved. It is easier for all of us,” he said as we walked towards the exit. “I would have probable wondered off in the night and got into trouble or something. This way I‘m safe.” he looked at me with a knowing smile, not cocky or sexy this time. No, more like a kid asking for a safe haven and comfort. I suddenly felt protective of my little Dane and we fell into silence crossing the street, heading towards the hotel. I was wondering what was I getting myself into? Would this kid walk off with my cash and watch in the night? Oh well if that was the worst that happen it will probable be worth it.

I mean looked around - he swaggered around talking to me about nothing in particular - glancing in the closet, taking fleeting looks at what was on the dresser and desk, admiring my computer before moving on to the bathroom, checking out everything on the counter, including my overnight bag. He was acting like a kid. Not inhibited in any way. I watched him feeling very much like an adult keeping an eye on my charge, standing there with my hands on my hips and a smirk on my face wanting him to slow down so I could get my hands back on him.

He finally stopped and looked at me with a cocky smile.
“Sorry. I was being noisy. I do this a lot - but it is a quick way to get comfortable with new places and people. I can tell a lot about someone by what they read and wear.”

Then his smile changed and his white teeth flashed, melting me in its intensity. “It’s a fine room. Nice shower. Big enough for the both of us you think?”

Without waiting for a reply he started flinging off his clothes throwing them everywhere. I gaze at his white little ass as it disappeared into the bathroom and heard first the toilet flush and then the shower start. I followed but with a little more decorum. It seemed to me that I was doing a lot of following this beauty. Did I mind? No. He could lead me to hell and back - and maybe he would.

By the time I got into the bathroom Johan was already in the shower. I took my time joining him, frozen for a minute or two, spellbound by the beauty of his smooth body with water cascading over it. I drank in my first real view of my golden hair “boy god” naked. Although he was short - a good head shorter than me, which would make him about 5’5” or 5’6” - his slender young body was perfectly proportioned with upper body muscles giving him some definition. I had a great view of his chest with tiny nipples coated in lather, his narrow waist and his shimmering flat belly leading to silky long hairless legs. Oh how I wanted to run my hands over every inch of his lithe young body.

But most of all I desired to see the focal point of this beauty that lay between the belly and the legs. My first good view of that most delicious looking ‘boy sausage’ sent an immediate signal to my own cock. It was long and thick within its foreskin casing, big for a boy of his age and size. He was clean-shaven, except for a small puff of light flaxen pubic hair, well trimmed and shaped into an outline of a heart. Just above and to the side of this ‘heart’ was a small tattoo of a green salamander with a red tongue - cute. This all accented the focal point of his body and the source of my excitement. “This was no ordinary ‘kid,’” I said to myself as I swallow hard at the sight of Johan’s lithe young body and ripe boy-cock glistening with water and soap

I glanced back to Johan’s face as I started to remove my clothes. The water had washed out the stiff peaks and his bright golden hair hung down on his forehead. His eyes were closed as the water ran down his face but I notice his sand-coloured eyebrows and his extremely long eyelashes that added to the softness of his face. But it was his mouth and lips that highlighted his appearance and had first drove me crazy. His lips were pink and full with a delicate pout and a slight over-bite, which gave him that wild sexy smile. The wetness made them even more luscious and the envy of any woman. Suddenly he opened his eyes and saw me staring at him. His tongue pocked through those lips as he smiled and raised his eyebrows in an invitation. I snapped out of my trance and decided it was time to get a taste of that mouth.

I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and eagerly entered the shower. Although the shower was big for a European hotel, there was really not much room for the two of us, and our bodies immediately started to make contact with each other. My cock, which by now was awaken and rigid, initially lost some of its stiffness when the hot spray hit it but as we started to wash each other, lathering our bodies until they were covered with soapsuds, my sexual arousal quicken and we then fell into each other arms slithering and gliding against each other while touching each other in spots and ways that only lovers would. I felt my prick swell and extend up Johan back as I stood behind him rubbing his chest and gently washing and pinching his nips. I raised his arms and began to wash his underarms, which were bare of hair - cleanly shaved!

As the water slowly washed the soapsuds away I turned Johan around to face me and putting my right hand on his cheek I moved my head down to his and tenderly started to kiss and lick his mouth. I gently sucked first his upper lip, then his lower one. His lips were as soft and lush as they looked and he let me explore them gently for several minutes. As I broke the kiss, I ran my fingers over his eyebrows, over his cheeks, putting both hands on the sides of his face, angling him so that I could now kiss him with maximum lip and tongue contact. He raised his face toward mine, his eyes looking up into mine with complete trust. I leaned down to his face and literally melted into those hot lips. I ran my hand around to the back of his head, pulled his mouth harder into mine and he returned my kiss with a firmness that surprised and excited me. I felt my own lips moisten themselves on my tongue and arc themselves to mould themselves onto his mouth, as he kissed me, hard, flat-out. I felt his tongue slide up into my mouth through that wide-open kiss, my tongue brushing his, tasting it, playing with real energy and vitality; our eager tongues darting in and out of each other mouth, clashing and duelling with each other.

I opened my eyes and found that Johan was looking intently at me, those bright blue eyes smiling at me as we continued to kiss. All the time the warm shower continued soaking us, highlighting the contrast between my darker, hairier body with his translucent silkiness.

Our hands began to again explore each other. My hands roamed down his back to his perfectly round ass cupping his soft ass cheeks, while he began to explore my chest, working his away through a few scattered hairs to my nipple, teasing it, then downwards exploring my belly and my modest six-pac. His hand was only inches away from the tip of my cock that had worked its way up between our bodies, hard with excitement. I could now feel his cock uncoiling, beginning to poke at my ball sack. I open my legs and he slid his cock in between them, his warm wet manhood rubbing against my balls. He let out a soft sexy moan, which was the only sound except for the spatter of the water around us. I soon followed with a moan of my own as he took my dick in his hand and began caressing it.

He began thrusting his cock between my thighs, fucking them as he stroked me. I held on to his ass pulling him towards me with each plunge of his cock. I could feel his cock head free itself from his foreskin and pierce through my legs. I broke the kiss as I sighed.
“Oooooooooh fuck Johan, you have one long hot juicy cock.” My own cock was now leaking like a sieve and my golden hair lover rubbed my pre-cum over my cock and around and around, then he then pulled his finger up and rubbed it across my lips, I took his finger into my mouth and began to suck it. Johan just looked at me giving me one of those wicked sexy smiles. He returned his hand to my cock jerking away at it. With one hand on my hip he continued to fuck my thighs but now with a new urgency as the pressure started to build. I felt my balls begin to tighten and knew it wouldn't be long

"Do you like this?" he asked me tenderly as he jerk his cock back and fore between my legs still holding my dick in his hand. "Ye, ye, yes!" I whispered to him emphatically, "I'm afraid I'm going to cum."

At that he reaches up and started licking my ear hole with his tongue as he caressed my dick with added enthusiasm. My body trembled with these new sensations and I felt Johan tense up.

'Aah...aah...aah...aah...' he whimpered, his cock expanded and stopped thrusting as his cum began to spurt. At the same time I let loose my first salvo as I lifted Johan up by his butt, holding him against my body, and leaning back against the shower stall wall. We kissed again as our lips and tongues worked away through our common moans. Our faces fused as our tongues danced together, strong and moist.

Slowly we came back to earth after a mind-blowing organism. Johan released my soft cock and stood up running his hot wet body over mine kissing me. Our soft cocks slowly massaged against one another. As our bodies parted we both grabbed some soap and again soaped each other’s bodies, my hands running over his amazing body. I rubbed my soapy hands over his soft cock and balls. After they were nice and clean, I went between his legs and soaped his asshole. With that, he moaned softly as he did the same to me. We both rinsed off and headed out of the shower. We towelled off the dampness, but we weren't completely dry when I picked up my boi toy and carried him to the bed placing him there as I lay beside him. He looked at me and I saw a gentle smile at the corners of his soft succulent lips. Oh what a beautiful sight.

He quickly curled up against me and in a few minutes he was breathing softly as he drifted off to sleep. I was content. This was turning out to be one great holiday.