My Semester Abroad

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Chapter 1: Letting Loose in London, Part 1

“Welcome to London,” the flight attendant said. “The local time is 7:20am and the temperature is 6 degrees Celsius or 42 degrees Fahrenheit.”

I had just touched down in London for the first week of my semester abroad. I was actually going to be spending the majority of the semester in Germany, half in Berlin and half in Frankfurt, but the program began a week before coursework to give us some time in London and Paris.

Once the plane finally arrived at the gate and people began grabbing their things and deboard, Jacob and I grabbed our bags and began the long walk to customs.

“Oh man, I can’t believe we’re finally here,” Jacob said with excitement as we walked up the jet bridge.

The jet bridge felt longer than it should have, probably because my legs were stiff from nine hours crammed in economy. Jacob walked ahead of me like an excited puppy, his backpack slung over one shoulder, dark hair still somehow perfect after the red-eye. I caught up, wheeling my suitcase behind me.

“Dude, we made it,” I said as I caught up to him.

“I know,” Jacob said as he turned around, looking at me through his glasses. “I never thought I would get to spend an entire semester in Europe. I don’t know what to even think right now.”

Jacob was one of my best friends. We had been roommates freshman year and remained roommates now during spring semester of our junior year. We were both gay, but both tops, so we didn’t hook up. Of course, we hooked up during our freshman year as we both realized each other was gay, but that’s as far as it ever went. We were better off as friends. Though, we never minded trading jabs and stories.

Since we were both nervous about bottoming at the time, which at this point we had not fully evolved into the tops we were now as we were still figuring things out, our two hookups only consisted of oral. Jacob was a bit shorter than me, probably seven inches, but still had some good girth to it. I was just slightly bigger, but no doubt he could please any bottom he wanted.

We had the perfect mix of making sexual jokes and swapping hot stories without one of us trying to hook up with the other. I couldn’t imagine spending a semester in Europe with anyone else.

“Well, how about you stop looking around so damn much and walk towards customs,” I told him.

Jacob adjusted his glasses with a middle finger, smirking.

“Just because you’re the jacked one doesn’t mean I have to put up with you shit,” he said to me.

I wouldn’t consider myself a jock or gym rat, but I was significantly more athletic than Jacob. I always was. I played soccer and tennis in high school before coming to college and do weight lift a little, whereas he was the debate club type. He definitely was attractive, the hot nerdy type with a ton of confidence about him. He mostly ever did cardio and he ate relatively healthy, so he had a nice toned body. He absolutely cared about his hygiene too, so he was always clean cut, put together, and wore glasses but only if they complemented his outfit.

We hit the main corridor and melted into the shuffle toward immigration. The air was filled with excitement and new energy.

“Gonna be Taylor Swift and get you a London boy?” he asked with his signature cheeky grin.

“You know I will,” I said back to him. “Only reason I wanted to do this semester abroad.” I was only half joking.

Jacob nudged me with a bony elbow.

“Paris, though. All those fashionable French boys with cheekbones and longer hair to pull.”

“Hell yeah,” I said. “Nothing hotter than a guy moaning in a French accent,” I joked.

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, rolling his eyes,

“You love it. You’re already calculating how many scholarly twinks you can notch on your bedpost during this semester.”

“Quality over quantity, Will. I’m refined now,” he told me.

“Refined my ass. You’re the guy who once hooked up with a physics TA in the library stacks.” He just gave me a look that suggested that was nothing worse than anything I had ever done.

We approached customs with our passports ready. The fluorescent lights overhead coupled with the mostly British accents surrounding us made everything feel a little surreal. We had planned this abroad program months ago, and it was finally here.

The line shuffled as we neared the booths. We both got called in two separate directions, answered questions about why we were visiting and for how long, and then met each other on the other side to head to the train station. Though nothing Jacob ever said at this point should really surprise me all that much, he did say something that almost made me stop in my tracks.

“Bet we end up fucking the same guy eventually,” Jacob said casually. My neck jerked to look at him, my eyes wide.

“Different nights, though,” he quickly said.

“Kind of hot, but also very weird,” I said back to him chuckling. “But imagine that debrief after.”

“Oh I imagine we’d have notes to compare. Quality of head, how good we think he takes cock, what position we finish inside of him.”

My cock began to harden in my jeans. We had, after all, just spent nine hours on a plane, and it had been several hours before that since I had jacked off.

“We’re taking the train, right?” he turned and asked me?

“Yes, but we don’t ride the train here. We ride the tube.”

Jacob busted out laughing.

“Oh my god, Will,” he said, still laughing. “Neither of us ride any ‘tube.’ I know that wasn’t intentional, but that was damn funny.”

We navigated to the proper train line to get to our hotel. The platform hummed, rush hour was picking up. The train pulled in and we wedged inside, me bracing my forearm against the pole, Jacob beside me with his suitcase between his legs.

I glanced sideways. Jacob had his phone out already, thumb flicking across the screen. Grindr, already.

He angled it slightly, but I could still see. Profiles were stacking up, gym selfies, rooftop parties, the usual. He tapped, scrolled, lips curving into that private, wicked smile he got when he found something promising.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. Sometimes Jacob was a little too eager. We were still miles away from our hotel, so he wouldn’t be venturing back out this far just for some hole.

Maybe it was because he sometimes felt less confident than I did at finding someone. He was less muscular than me, sure, but he was confident and handsome. And he was smart. He was always better at school than I was, and I didn’t consider myself a slouch by any means.

“You couldn’t at least wait until we got to the hotel?” I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“Shut up, Will,” he said, smiling and jabbing me in my side. “It’s just a little window shopping and checking out the landscape.”

Believe it or not, Jacob and I were capable of having normal conversations not about sex with each other. However, the excitement of being in Europe, for an entire semester, after talking about it for months, seemed to dominate.

We were in Europe and had so much to look forward to that you coulnd’t help but get excited. We were going to get to experience so much, amazing museums, monuments and landmarks, culture, restaurants, nightlife.

I knew we were both about to have a lot fun, in more ways than one.

End of Chapter 1 Part 1

 

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Chapter 1: Letting Loose in London, Part 2

We finally arrived at the station closest to our hotel and headed outside. The city was bustling, a very different vibe than our college campus in a small city back home. It was late morning and the air still smelled of coffee and pastries, cafes we passed everywhere were packed.

We arrived at our hotel, checked in, and headed for our room. As soon as we dropped our bags Jacob kicked off his sneakers and flopped onto his bed, stretching long and lazy while I stood by the window, watching at people below.

“Lunch?” I asked.

“Pub,” he said immediately. “Then we see what the apps have for us.”

“Damn, you’re ready for some London pussy, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Well we only have three days here,” he explained. “Gotta strike early and often.”

Having been stuck at the airport, then a nine hour flight, customs, and then a long-ish Tube ride, it had been a while and I was actually pretty horny. However, I was captivated with knowing I was in London. My mind hadn’t actually landed on hooking up with anyone quite yet.

We both showered our long travel time off and changed into fresh clothes. We walked down to a corner pub we passed on the way to our hotel that looked cool. It was packed now, lunch rush in full swing. We snagged a high-top by the window, both ordered fish and chips for me and two pints of beer. Jacob’s phone stayed face-down for approximately thirty seconds.

“Shit,” he said, “this one’s practically around the corner.”

He tilted the screen toward me. Hot guy with dark curls and sharp cheekbones, torso smooth and toned. His bio read ‘Bristol lad visiting. Bottom. Hosting now. No time-wasters.’

“Yeah he’s pretty hot,” I said. “You hitting him up?”

“Already did.” His thumbs moved like they’d practiced this move a thousand times. “Told him after lunch.”

I honestly had never seen this side of Jacob before. He got plenty of action back at college, but he never seemed so eager. Although, this was the first time we were on a completely different continent together, so that may have contributed to his hunt.

“Well damn, Jacob,” I said to him. “Abandoning me already?” Jacob looked up at me and smirked.

“I guess it won’t’ be for too long, though,” I said with a laugh.

“You son of a bitch,” he said back to me, also laughing. “I won’t’ be quick at all. I know what I’m doing.”

I was a little jealous at the idea that Jacob would be getting some action so soon and I had nothing lined up, so I opened my app. I scrolled for a minute as the messages came pouring in. I landed on a hot, blond twink, clicked on his profile, and saw his bio read ‘Danish visiting. Ready to get wrecked.’

Will: Hey, you hosting today?

R: Hell yea. You’re close. I can be ass up ready for you.

He sent his album right away, and I sent mine back. He had two pictures in it and a video. The first picture was clearly taken by someone else, him laying on a bed in jockstrap, perky ass standing tall, with a cock hovering over it. The second was him spreading his cheeks to show his tight, pink hole. The video was someone else recording while fucking him doggy. I couldn’t hear the audio since we were in public, but his pussy had an amazing grip on that cock.

Will: Fuck, that’s so hot. I’m at the pub having lunch now, but will be free soon.

R: Let me know, handsome. I can be lubed up and ready for your cock when you’re here.

My cock pulled against my jeans at the thought of walking into a hotel room with a hot twink ass up waiting for me. It was another reminder of how much fun this semester abroad could potentially be.

“Who are you messaging?” Jacob asked as our food arrived.

I showed Jacob the profile picture and then the picture of his hole.

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed “Are you going to go pound him?”

“If you’re going to get some then I might as well too,” I said, chuckling. “He’s super close, too.”

We ate our lunch, ordered another round of beers, and talked about how excited we were to be abroad. The sexual talk quickly melted away, as it usually did, and we shifted gears pretty quickly into normal conversation.

We talked about how exciting it was to be in London for a few days, how amazing Paris will be, and how we couldn’t believe we were about to spend nearly four months in Europe. We both grew up in small towns back in the US, so it felt so surreal we were getting to experience this.

Neither of us said it out loud, but there also seemed to be an acknowledgement that we would get to experience new things sexually as well. We both knew the stories, heard the rumors, read message boards online. We knew that Europe was much more sexually open, especially compared to the Midwest back home.

As we finished up and paid our tabs, Jacob once again reached for his phone.

“So, uhh…” he said, “is this where we part ways for a bit?”

“Yea, I guess so,” I said back to him. “Maybe we should just get used to this now while we’re over here. No need to make it awkward.”

“Agreed,” he said right back to me. “Let’s enjoy our time here, and if one of us gets an opportunity, we go.” He shrugged his shoulders, implying this was no big deal.

We had shared so many stories of each other’s hookups back at college that it really didn’t need to be awkward, strange, weird. It just felt different, now that we were in a foreign country. Back at school, we didn’t always know where each other was. But here, where else did we have to be besides with each other?

“Ok, cool,” I said to him. “I guess let’s go get our holes then.”

We got up from our table and walked outside. I messaged ‘R’ that I was ready and he sent me the address, which I dropped into my maps app.

“Enjoy your twink,” Jacob said to me, looking at his phone as we stepped outside. I assumed he was doing the same with the location of his own guy. “I’ll see you back at the hotel. I think we should go out tonight.”

“We absolutely should,” I said. “See you soon, but hopefully not too soon,” I joked. Jacob looked at me, rolled his eyes, and walked away.

As I walked the short three minute walk to ‘R’ my cock began to harden in my jeans, thinking about the tight, Danish hole that awaited me. I got to the hotel, took the elevator up, and walked down the hall, my cock hardening even more. The excitement building in me was good, as this twink was currently ass up waiting to be fucked. I wanted to walk in and get right to business.

When I reached his room I saw that is was barely propped open. It was enough that I could get in but closed enough that anyone else would not have noticed the door was not fully shut. I walked in and saw him.

There at the foot of the bed, bent over, ass up in the air, was the pink, tight hole that I had seen on my phone. His ass was perfectly outlined by a dark blue jockstrap. I could only see the back of his head as his head was down on the bed facing away from the door, his arms crossed beneath his face.

My cock was completely hard now. My balls were heavy, felt like they were hanging lower than usual, just waiting to unload in him.

“Fuck me, sir,” he said.

End of Chapter 1 Part 2

 

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Chapter 1: Letting Loose in London, Part 3

I stood there nearly frozen, in awe of how perfect his hole looked. It made my hard cock twitch in my jeans, which snapped me back into reality. I wanted it, needed it. His head was buried in the duvet, arms folded beneath his face, back dipped so his hole was on full display: pink, tight, already slick and ready.

I kicked off my shoes and got undressed. I dropped my pants and underwear to the floor, letting my eight inch cock bounce free, my two big veins on top glistening from the sun peering in through the window. I’m slightly above average thickness, and it sticks straight out when I’m hard, parallel to the floor. I had Grindr albums filled with nudes showing my big cock hanging off my 6’2” athletic frame.

“Fuck me, sir,” he said again, voice muffled by the bed.

I knelt at the foot of the bed, gripped his hips, and spread him wider with my thumbs. That pink ring clenched, then fluttered open like it was begging. I leaned in and dragged my tongue flat over his hole in one long, deliberate lick. He moaned into the sheets. Clean, smooth, with just a hint of sweetness from the lube he already applied to himself. I circled the rim slow, then pushed inside. He bucked, whimpering something unintelligible in Danish.

“Fuck, you taste good,” I said to him.

“Thank you, sir” he whined.

I pushed my tongue in deeper, moving it in a circular motion. He had definitely already been fingering himself or used a toy to open himself up so he would be ready for my cock. My cock literally throbbed at the idea he was ready to take me, that I could begin pounding him pretty quick.

“I need you inside me,” he whined again. “Been hard thinking about your cock since your messages.”

I stood, grabbed the lube bottle he’d left by his feet, and rubbed some all over my cock, the lube mixing with some of my precum. I lined up, pressed the head against his entrance, and pushed about an inch in. I held it here for a few seconds.

“Beg,” I told him.

He lifted his head, glanced back over his shoulder. His blond hair was slightly messy from being face down against the bed, his eyes filled with want.

“Please, sir,” he begged, “Fuck me, hard and deep. I want you inside me so bad.”

I pushed in slow, one steady, unstopped slide as I never felt any resistance. My hips met his ass and I pushed him forward. I groaned, low, as I felt his warm pussy wrapped around me. I noticed his fingers claw into the duvet.

“Oh wow,” he breathed. “It’s so big. I fucking love it.”

I gave him a moment, then started thrusting—short at first, letting him adjust to me. Every pull-back his hole clung, reluctant to release me. It was giving me the same grip that I saw in his video he shared on the app.

“Harder,” he pleaded after a minute. “I can take it.”

I tightened my grip on his hips and slammed forward. Skin slapped skin, hard and rhythmic. He cried out, face mashed back into the mattress, then started shoving back to meet every thrust. We we locked in now, perfectly meeting each other with a loud slap before pulling away, preparing for the next hard thrust.

“You like getting that pussy railed? I growled into his ear. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back so he could answer me.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes sir,” he moaned in between thrusts.

I let his head go and shifted angle. I pushed his lower back down and stood up on my toes, angling my cock more down, straight into him.

“There!” he shouted. “Oh god, right there! Yes, yessss!”

I pounded harder, spurned on by his sudden increase in volume. His arms were all over the bed as if they couldn’t decide where to grab onto.

“Oh fuck! Yes! That’s my spot! Oh my god!”

I felt my balls tighten and the release slowly build up inside me. A hot, moaning, verbal bottom always pushed me close to the edge. But I wasn’t done.

I backed off a little bit, lowering my feet back down flat on the floor. I slowed down my thrusts, giving him long, deep strokes.

“Ohhhh, ohhhh god,” he would say. “Keep stroking that pussy, daddy.”

I lifted my hands off his hips and stood straight up. I stopped pumping in and out of his hole.

“Back up on me,” I ordered. “Give that pussy to daddy.”

He obliged and started rocking his hips against me, taking my entre cock in full strokes. He constantly moaned as he kept taking my cock, which was now teetering dangerously close to the edge.

“Ohhh good boy,” I said to him. “You’re getting me so close.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, turning his head back to me again. “Please breed me. Fill my pussy up.”

I took back over the pounding and thrust deep inside of him. I felt my balls tighten even more and knew I was close.

“You fucking want it?” I asked him. “Want daddy’s load inside you?”

“Fuck yes,” he shouted over my hips clapping his skin. “Breed me!”

I felt myself start to blow and buried my cock as deep inside him as I could. Pulse after thick pulse of cum came blowing out, flooding him deep. He clenched around me reacting to how deep I was, milking every drop.

“Oh fuckkkk it’s so warm daddy,” he said, slightly wiggling his hips from side to side.

When I finally eased out, slow and careful, a thick trickle of cum followed, completely white against his pink hole. My load was dripping out of him.

He collapsed forward not even caring to wipe any of it, ass still presented, hole puffy and used. I grabbed a towel he had also left near the foot of the bed prior to my arrival to wipe some of the lube off my cock.

“That was intense,” he said to me, rolling over to look at me better. “I really needed that.”

“Yeah, it really was. That hole felt amazing.”

As I began to get dressed, he asked what I was up to later. I guess he wanted a second round, even though there was undoubtedly no shortage of other tops he could invite over. I told him I was here with a friend, but I didn’t tell him the friend was also fucking someone right now. I did tell him, though, we had plans for dinner and then maybe a club, but I didn’t even know if that was true. Jacob and I hadn’t actually discussed our evening plans yet.

I left the hotel to head back to mine. London had already delivered, and my semester abroad was just getting started.

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Chapter 2: My First Dark Room, Part 1

The walk back to our place took ten minutes, short enough that my dick stayed half-hard the whole way, rubbing against my boxer briefs every time I thought about the thick rope of cum I’d left dripping out of him. I didn’t text Jacob. If he was still balls-deep in his boy, the last thing he needed was my ‘you done yet?’ buzzing his phone.

“Well, well,” I heard Jacob say as I opened the door to our hotel room. I didn’t know if he would even be back in the room yet, so it took my surprise. “He’s done with his blond twink, I see.”

I kicked the door closed, dropped my jacket on the chair, and collapsed onto my own bed. Jacob was laying on his bed, probably spent from fucking and breeding his own hole just like I had.

“Hey now, I fucked him good and left him happy…and dripping.”

“Fuck yea,” Jacob responded. “Use it and leave. Mine begged a lot, it was so hot. And he had virtually zero gag reflex.”

“Details, then,” I said to him. “I’ve got some to trade.”

Jacob rolled onto his side, propping his head on his hand.

“You first. That twink still breathing?”

“Barely. He left the door propped open and was ass up in a blue jockstrap, already lubed and fingered open. I walked in and he just said ‘fuck me, sir.’ Didn’t even turn around at first.”

Jacob’s eyebrows shot up.

“Damn. And you just… dove in?”

“Pretty much.” I smirked. “Rimmed him till he was practically begging like yours, then slid in raw. There was almost no resistance, like he had already been opening his hole up before I got there. Still tight enough, though, to grip me like that video he sent. I made him ask for it, made him back up on me some. Finally bred him deep. Pulled out and watched it drip out of him. He collapsed face-down, ass still up, leaking.”

“Fuck that’s so hot!” he said.

“Your turn,” I told him. Jacob grinned.

“Dude, mine was so good. I knocked on the door, he opened it and I walked in. He was already shirtless and didn’t say anything. He immediately dropped to his knees and undid my pants Sucked me like he was starving, and then I grabbed his head and started fucking his throat. He didn’t gat at all, so I could go pretty hard. I face fucked him until his eyes watered, then bent him over the desk. Tight little ass, pink, smooth. He kept begging for me to go harder, to ‘ruin him.’ Fucked him standing there and then doggy on the bed. He begged for my load and I shot as deep as I could in him.

“Did you breed him doggy,” I asked.

“Sure did. Grabbed onto his slutty hips and just buried my cock in him while I pumped him full.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“We’re ridiculous,” I said. “Other people would think we’re so weird sharing this stuff.”

“Hey, it’s just between us,” he said. “There’s no harm in it.”

“I agree,” I replied. “So… dinner? Then out? You mentioned a club earlier.”

“Yeah.” He grabbed his phone, scrolled for a second. “There’s a place not too far I found online. People say it had a good dark room with a lot of young tourists.”

“You serious?” My cock twitched at the thought of it.

“I mean, I’m not saying I would go in it, but it might be kind of hot if I met someone there that I vibed with. I might be too nervous, though.”

I thought about it for half a second. The idea of anonymous hands, mouths, or even holes in the darkness, it sounded intriguing. But I was primarily used to fucking other guys in a bedroom or hotel, and only once in a dorm shower. Europe was supposed to be wilder, though, and I didn’t want to regret not experiencing that side while I was here.

“Fuck it,” I said. “Dinner first. I’m starving. Then drinks at the club, and we’ll just see what happens.”

Jacob grinned, and stood up to get ready.

“I need to shower first,” he said. “I smell like sex and hotel sheets.”

“Same.” I got up to figure out what I was going to wear. “You go first. I’ll order us an Uber for, what, seven?”

“That works.” He paused at the bathroom door and turned back. “Hey, tonight let’s just look after each other. If one or both of us ends up in the dark room, we don’t leave the bar without the other.”

“Deal,” I said. Jacob seemed way into this dark room thing. I was surprised it was something he would even consider. He was very open with me, telling me about his sexual encounters and the guys he’s fucked, but around other people he was a little more reserved.

My cock stirred again, already half-interested in whatever came next. Would I go into the dark room? I didn’t know, but the thought did sound exciting.

After Jacob emerged from the bathroom, I stripped off my jeans and headed for the shower. My cock stayed half-hard the entire time as I kept thinking about this dark room. Would I have the nerve to go in there? Would Jacob? I could go in and check it out, and if it wasn’t for me I could leave without actually doing anything.

End of Chapter 2 Part 1

 

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Chapter 2: My First Dark Room, Part 2

We ended up at an Italian restaurant for dinner. We had our British food fill for lunch earlier that day and wanted something different. It was a quaint little café, and I didn’t have a single complaint about the food; it was some of the best lasagna I ever had.

For the first time all day the conversation stayed pretty normal. We talked about the flight, how weird it was to hear so many different accents at once, and how the Tube system was actually pretty easy to figure out once you got the hang of it. Jacob was geeking out over the architecture. He loved the stone buildings mixed with modern glass ones.

“Man, I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Jacob said between bites. “Four months here. We’re talking museums, trains to other cities on weekends, actual classes at a foreign university. It’s wild.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, taking a sip of my wine. “Feels like we’ve been talking about it forever. Remember when we were filling out those applications last fall? I thought it was never going to happen.”

We laughed about the small-town college life we were leaving behind for a while. The same dining hall food, the same parties, the same faces. Here everything felt new. We swapped stories about our favorite classes back home and what we were nervous about with the German university. Jacob was excited about the history program in Berlin; I was more focused on improving my language skills and maybe picking up some photography credits.

After realizing how much longer dinners were at restaurants in Europe, and confirming it with AI, we paid the bill around eight-thirty and stepped back out into the cool London evening. The city lights were starting to pop, and the streets had that lively buzz of a big European capital city.

We walked about fifteen minutes to the club Jacob had found online. The line outside wasn’t too bad, looked to be mostly guys in their twenties, so it looked like Jacob had found a good place for us. Music thumped loud inside.

Once we got in, the place hit us right away. Colored lights swept across the dance floor, and the music was a mix of current pop remixes and older tracks that everyone could dance to. We grabbed drinks at the bar, gin and tonics because they felt stereotypically British, and found a spot near the edge of the crowd where we could actually hear each other talk.

“This place is packed,” Jacob shouted over the music, grinning as he scanned the room. “Way more people than I expected at this time of night.”

“Yeah, but I’m glad there’s already a good crowd here,” I replied, taking a sip.

We clinked our glasses and leaned against the railing, watching people dance. A group of Eastern European guys near us were clearly on vacation too. They constantly let out loud laughs, easy confidence, the kind of energy that comes from being somewhere new.

After finishing our drinks, we moved onto the dance floor. The beat was infectious, and soon we were both moving, laughing at how out of practice we were. Jacob had decent rhythm for a debate nerd; I just let the music take over.

A few guys danced near us, smiling, and we smiled back—nothing pushy, just enjoying the vibe. We stayed close, occasionally shouting comments about the song or pointing out someone with ridiculous dance moves. It felt good to loosen up, to let the travel exhaustion melt away under the lights and thumping bass.

About an hour in and after a couple more drinks, Jacob leaned in close during a slower track.

“I’m gonna check out that dark room thing. Just…see what it’s like. You good staying here for a bit?”

I nodded, surprised but not shocked after our earlier talk. He didn’t ask if I wanted to tag along, which felt a bit odd, but also made sense since we don’t hook up together with other guys. If he was going to get his dick sucked, or even fuck someone which I highly doubted, it would be awkward for it to happen in front of me.

“Yeah, man. I’ll be right here. Text me if you need anything, okay? We said we’d look out for each other.”

“Well, if you want to check it out too just wait until I’ve been in for a few minutes. Hopefully we wouldn’t stumble into each other,” he said with a laugh.

He gave me a quick fist bump and disappeared into the crowd toward the back corner where a black curtain marked the entrance. I watched him go, my stomach doing a little flip. The idea of anonymous everything in there still felt unreal, but the alcohol and the energy of the night were making it seem more possible.

I debated for a few minutes as I danced by myself, letting guys brush past me, feeling the occasional lingering touch on my arm or back. Nothing serious, and noboby said anything to me, which was a little disappointing. My mind, though, kept drifting to Jacob in there and what he might be up to.

Curiosity finally won out. I finished my drink, set the glass down at the bar, and headed toward the curtain.

The transition from the bright, loud main floor to the dark room was abrupt. Heavy black fabric blocked most of the light and muffled the music a bit. Inside, it was almost pitch black at first. My eyes took a second to adjust.

Low red lighting barely outlined shapes as bodies moved slowly around. I could barely make out hands exploring, and the music still did drown out most sounds but you could hear the occasional, distant moan or skin clap.

I stood near the entrance for a moment, my heart pounding. I even thought about bailing, but I had just enough liquid courage to stay. No one rushed me. A few silhouettes passed by, close enough to reach out and touch me, but none did.

I began to take slow steps forward, walking deeper into the room. My heart was pounding. I didn’t even know what to do. If someone touches me, tries to kiss me, tries to touch my cock over my jeans, what do I do? Do I just go with it? If I’m not into them, or get too nervous and want to leave, how do I politely decline? Were there rules I wasn’t aware of?

Then it happened.

A body pressed against me from the side. Before I could process what was happening, lips found mine in the darkness. The kiss was deep, hungry, tongue sliding against mine. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer, turning me to more directly face him. Instinct took over and I kissed back. He felt young and skinny, my type, so I didn’t pull away.

He broke the kiss and pulled back, his arms still wrapped around my lower back.

“Well hello again,” he said to me.

That’s when I realized who it was. The dark room mystery kisser was the Danish twink from earlier. The one who I had pumped full of my load only hours before.

“I was watching you out on the dance floor and then saw you walk in here, so I couldn’t help but follow.”

He leaned back in and kissed me harder, like he was starving for it, one hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. In the total darkness, with the thump of music and the anonymous energy swirling around us, it felt surreal. This guy whose hole I’d bred deep that afternoon was now making out with me again.

In a way, it worked out perfectly. I felt some of my nerves from being in the dark room melt away. This was someone I had already fucked, and even though it had only been once it gave a slight feeling of comfort that I obviously would have with no one else in the room

I firmly grabbed his ass as our tongues wrestled with each other. My cock was nearly fully hard, and the urge to bust another load either in, or at the very least on since this was a more public setting, began to build within me.

It helped that this wasn’t a complete stranger, and experiencing my first dark room was getting me hornier than I expected.

End of Chapter 2 Part 2
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Love these chapters so much. Stories about two hot guys in Europe. They gotta be full of hot sex . Can't wait for more.

 

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Love these chapters so much. Stories about two hot guys in Europe. They gotta be full of hot sex . Can't wait for more.

It's been a fun story to write! These boys will be getting more and more sex for sure

 

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Excellent story and great characters--nothing like friend on the hunt--Great writing.

 

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Excellent story and great characters--nothing like friend on the hunt--Great writing.

Thanks! More on the way soon

 

[michaelnola]

Excellent story and great characters--nothing like friend on the hunt--Great writign.

 

[ManStories]

Danish twink and Will

Chapter 2: My First Dark Room, Part 3

“I can still feel you inside of me. You want to fuck me again?”

My pulse spiked. The idea of sliding back into that amazing, cum-slicked hole right here in the club instantly made my hard dick throb.

“Oh yeah I do,” I murmured, leaning back into his mouth. “But where?”

I still didn’t really understand all the rules (or were there rules at all?) or the layout of the entire dark room. I felt the twink smile against my skin.

“There are small rooms along the back wall. Private enough to fuck in.” His hand gave me a teasing squeeze over my cock. “Come on, sir.”

At this point, I didn’t need to be told twice. I was so horny for his hole again that it completely took over me. It was like I was a different person in that moment. I never really thought I would be fucking someone in an actual club, in an actual dark room.

He took my hand and led me deeper into the dark room, weaving through shadowy figures whose hands occasionally brushed my arms or back. Moans and wet, clapping sounds drifted through the air, mixing with the now muffled bass from the main club. I wondered if any of the sex sounds I was hearing involved Jacob.

We reached a narrow hallway lined with several small doors. He pushed one curtain open. It was empty with just a dim red bulb overhead, a padded bench against one wall, and enough space for exactly what we needed.

“How’s this?” he asked, already peeling off his shirt.

“Let’s fucking do this,” I said, shoving him gently toward the bench. I felt so feral in that moment. This was the naughtiest thing I had ever done.

As I pushed him toward the bench he turned around to face the bench. He dropped his pants, revealing his beautifully tight ass and now a black jockstrap, an bent over immediately. I quickly got undressed and tossed all my clothes to the side.

I dropped to my knees for a quick taste, spreading him open and dragging my tongue over his entrance. I could taste the saltiness from the cum I had left in him earlier.

“Fuck, your tongue feels good,” he gasped as I pressed my tongue inside. “But I’m ready for you to fuck me…now.”

I stood up fast, unbuttoning my jeans and freeing my eight inches. I spat on my hand to lube myself up, but then the twink handed me a tiny bottle of lube. I hadn’t even noticed he had it in his hand. I lubed up again and slapped my cock on his entrance.

“You want this cock again?” I asked him.

“Oh god, yes,” he groaned, gripping the edge of the bench. “Fill me again, daddy.”

I gripped his narrow hips and drove forward, slowly, until my balls pressed against his ass. He was still loose and incredibly wet. I seriously wondered if he had been fucked by someone else between our two sessions.

I started thrusting deep, steady strokes that made the bench creak under us. Not long after skin slapped against skin in the small room, certainly loud enough that anyone passing by would know exactly what was happening.

“Oh fuck you take cock so well,” I growled, picking up speed.

He rocked back to meet every thrust, whimpering and moaning in his cute accent.

Fuck yes, daddy!” he moaned out even louder. “Your cock is so fucking good!”

I glanced around the room, soaking in the realization that I was fucking someone in a literal club. Not a dorm room, not an apartment, and not a hotel room. I was in a club, in a dark room, with people passing by just outside the curtain that could freely walk in at any time.

“Fuckkk yesss,” he moaned as I started pounding even harder. “Oh god that’s some good dick, daddy.”

“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” I told him between my grunts. “It’s so wet and sloppy from earlier.”

We’d been going for a few minutes, the room completely filled with the sound of my hips slapping against his ass. I was pounding away at his wet hole when the curtain suddenly opened.

Light from the hallway spilled in, startling me a bit. I froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside the twink. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jacob standing there, eyes wide behind his glasses, mouth slightly open as he took in the scene.

“Oh shit, sorry Will!” Jacob blurted. His gaze lingered for half a second longer before disappearing back into the hallway.

The surprise sent a weird thrill through me as I kept my cock buried inside my twink.

Shit. Was this going to make things weird now? Would Jacob be averse to us going to gay bars together, or at least into dark rooms, on this trip now?

“You know him?” the twink asked, his hole clenching around me for a second.

“Yeah,” I muttered, already starting to pump again. “It’s fine, he’s a good friend. Keep taking this dick.”

I closed my eyes and focused on cumming. I wanted to keep fucking, but even more I wanted to meet back up with Jacob to make sure things were going to remain the same between us. What if he thought me fucking someone in the dark room tonight, when neither of us had ever been in one, was a step too far?

The twink moaned louder as I ramped back up, slamming into him harder now. My balls slapped against him rhythmically. I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back slightly as I railed him deep, angling to hit that spot that made him cry out.

“Fuck, right there, sir! Fuck my pussy! Oh my good keep going!”

That did it. The irony of him asking me to keep going actually made me unable to keep going. The pressure built fast in my core. I pounded him relentlessly, the small room echoing with our grunts and moans.

His hole, completely open now, received my cock with one final thrust as I erupted inside him.

“Fuckkkkk!” I screamed out. In that moment of ecstasy, I didn’t even care what people heard outside.

“Oh yeah cum deep in that pussy,” he shouted.

My ropes of cum pulsed deep inside him. He whimpered, laying his head down into the back of the bench he was bent over.

I stayed inside him for a long moment, catching my breath, feeling his hole pulse around my spent cock. When I finally pulled out, another thick trickle of my load leaked from his used hole, dripping down his thigh. He stayed bent over, breathing hard, ass still presented like a good little bottom.

“Damn,” he said with a satisfied sigh, glancing back at me with a lazy grin. “Twice in one day. Thank you daddy.”

I realized he didn’t cum earlier at the hotel, and still hadn’t now either. I kind of felt bad for leaving him hanging, but I wanted to get back to Jacob. I wiped myself off with some tissues in the room and began getting dressed.

“Phew,” he let out. “I guess you’re headed out?”

“Yea, I probably should find my friend,” I said with a nervous laugh.

“Well thanks for a second load,” he said as he approached me and gave me a warm, slutty kiss. “I’m going to keep cruising for loads.”

Holy shit this twink was such a slut. Had Jacob not walked in on is, I probably would have stayed to watch.

I checked my phone before leaving the tiny room. I had a message from Jacob.

Jacob: Sorry for walking in on you man! I’m out near the front door having another drink when you finish up.

I walked out of the tiny room and then out of the dark room. My heart started pounding again like it had when I first entered the dark room. I had no idea how the conversation with Jacob would go, or if we would even talk about it all.

“Well damn,” Jacob exclaimed as I walked up to him, “there’s the guy who just fucked someone in a club. I didn’t know you had it in you.” He flashed a big smile and took a sip of his drink.

“Well,” I stuttered. I didn’t really know what to say or what Jacob was thinking. “It was….unexpected.”

“I’m actually kind of jealous,” he said. “I didn’t get any action in there.”

I felt some of my nerves begin to melt away after Jacob said he was jealous.

“Do you want another drink? Or are you done for the night?”

“I think I’m done for the night,” I replied. “I’m kind of spent.”

“Hell yeah, I bet you are,” Jacob said, laughing.

We paid our tabs and headed out for our walk back to the hotel. The air was crisp, cool, and damp. I still struggled with what to say. I certainly did not expect the conversation we had on the way back.

End of Chapter 2 Part 3

 

[ManStories]

Jacob and Will
Chapter 2: My First Dark Room, Part 4

Jacob broke the silence first as we left the club.

“So… that was wild, huh?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “Didn’t expect my night to go like that.”

Jacob bumped my shoulder.

“Come on, spill it. How did that even happen?”

“Actually…it was the Danish twink from this afternoon,” I said with a chuckle. “The same guy I fucked after lunch today. So, I guess I’ve given him my load twice now”.

Jacob’s eyes went wide and he laughed loud.

“No fucking way! You fucked the same guy twice? He just happened to be there tonight? That’s insane, Will.”

“Tell me about it,” I said, grinning. “He said he had been watching me on the dance floor and then followed me in. I hadn’t been in there long and he started making out with me. Once I figured out it was him it made me little less nervous to be in there, and he asked if he wanted me to fuck him again. Naturally, I couldn’t resist getting in his pussy again.”

“Damn. So that’s how you ended up fucking someone in there.”

“Yeah, kind of lucky I guess,” I said. “But, knowing people could hear us or walk in any second made it intense. I pounded him so hard, and came just as deep as the first time. You’ll never believe what he said as I got dressed.”

“Oh shit, what did he say?”

“He said he was going to stick around and find more loads.”

“Greedy little slut,” Jacob said, shaking his head with a smirk. “Bet he’s still in there getting railed.”

We walked another half block before I turned it back on him.

“What about you? You went in first. Get any action?”

Jacob laughed awkwardly and ran a hand through his hair.

“You know, I tried. This tall guy came up and we started making out heavy. Then another dude joined from behind, kissing my neck and feeling me up. I made out with both of them, switching back and forth. Got my dick hard, but that’s it.”

“That’s it?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “My nerves kicked in, and my brain wouldn’t shut up. What if they weren’t my type? What if things went further and I wasn’t feeling it or couldn’t really fuck in front of someone else? I just made out with them for a while, let them grope me a bit, then slipped away.”

“Hey, no shame,” I said. “It was my first time in a place like that too. I almost bailed right when I walked in. If the twink hadn’t found me and made it easier, I probably would’ve left too.”

“Yeah, I guess it still feels like I chickened out. Especially compared to you breeding someone in there.” He bumped my shoulder again.

We kept walking. The hotel was only a couple blocks away now. I kept thinking about that moment when the curtain opened. Jacob brought it up first.

“So… about me walking in on you…”

“Yeah?” I said, feeling my stomach tighten a bit.

“I didn’t mean to barge in,” he said quickly. “. I was just checking out the hallway and heard sounds. I peeked in and there you were just railing someone. I froze for a second. Sorry about that.”

“It was surprising,” I admitted. “My heart jumped. But honestly? Once the shock passed, it wasn’t that bad. So don’t worry about it. I hope it doesn’t have to be weird.”

“Oh totally,” he said, “I don’t want it to be a weird thing either.”

Jacob slowed down as we got closer to the hotel.

“What if…” and then he paused for a second. “What if I had stayed and watched for a little bit?”

I was shocked at him even proposing the idea. After our two awful hookups our freshman year, we never even entertained the idea of a watching each other or playing together. Our friendship was so perfect that it never even crossed our minds, or it never crossed my mind at least.

“I…I haven’t really thought about it,” I told him.

“Would you have not liked it? Get mad, or maybe even tell me to go away?”

I gave it a few seconds thought and realized I probably wouldn’t have told him to leave. At the moment he walked in, I had the twink’s hole so wet and messy that nothing was going to stop me until I blew my load. So, after getting the initial shock of him opening the curtain, I probably wouldn’t have paid much attention he was even there.

“You know…I don’t think I would have minded.” My heart raced again waiting for his response.

“You don’t think it would have been weird?” he asked.

“It may sound strange, but probably not,” I replied.

“Really?” he asked. Jacob sounded intrigued.

“Listen, we tell each other everything already, and that’s not awkward for us. Besides, I was so into his pussy that I had all sloppy by then, my mind was mainly focused on that.”

Jacob stopped just outside the hotel doors and looked at me.

“So… hypothetically…if I hadn’t apologized and left right away, and if I had stayed and watched for a little bit longer, that would have been okay?”

I thought about it for a second. The image of Jacob standing there watching flashed in my head.

“Awkward at first, probably. But not in a bad way. We’re close, man. If you’d watched? I think I could’ve handled it. Might’ve even been kinda hot knowing my best friend was seeing me wreck that ass.”

Jacob nodded slowly, a small grin forming.

“Okay, that’s good to know,” he said. “I was just curious in case the situation presented itself again while we’re over here.”

“Exactly,” I said. “We’re spending four months over here. Berlin, Frankfurt, who knows what kind of nights we’ll have. I think we can handle it without it being weird. No pressure, just like always.

We rode the elevator up without saying much more. Back in the room, we stripped down for bed like normal.

“Night, Will,” he said, as he crawled under the covers.

“Night, Jacob. Enjoy jacking off after I fall asleep.”

“Fuck you,” he laughed. “I didn’t get to breed a greedy hole tonight like you did.”

I smiled in the dark. London had already shown us the semester was going to be anything but ordinary.

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Lucas
Chapter 3: Night Out in Paris, Part 1

The rest of our time in London was spent strictly on experiencing the city. We only had a few days there and didn’t want to waste any more time, despite how horny we both were. I managed to get by with quick jack off sessions in the shower, and I imagine Jacob did the same.

When we rolled into Paris a little after noon on day four of our trip, the excitement was palpable. There was the obvious ‘new city, new opportunities’ feeling that largely went unspoken between us at first, but we were both also incredibly excited to be in yet another great European city.

Jacob adjusted his glasses as we stepped onto the platform, suitcase wheels clacking behind us.

“Okay, I officially love trains in Europe,” he said. “No airport bullshit and bam: Paris.”

I grinned, slinging my backpack higher on my shoulder.

“I agree, it’s a great way to travel. Now let’s drop these bags and go see the Eiffel Tower before we start hunting.”

Our hotel was roughly a 15 minute subway ride from the train station. We arrived at our hotel, checked in, unpacked quickly, showered off the travel grime, and headed out.

We hit the classics first: a quick walk past Notre-Dame, walked along the Seine, and eventually made our way to the Eifel Tower. Jacob geeked out hard over the architecture across the city.

“Dude, imagine living in a city where this is just… normal,” he said, staring up at the iconic tower. “Back home the biggest thing we have is a hospital or football stadium.”

I laughed and nudged him.

“You’re such a nerd. Come on, let’s get some food before you start quoting history facts at me.”

We grabbed crepes from a street vendor, mine with ham and cheese, his with Nutella and strawberries, and ate them on a bench while people-watching. Stylish locals strolled by, scarves draped just right. A few guys our age glanced our way, especially when Jacob laughed loud at one of my jokes.

“See that?” I muttered, nodding toward a tall guy with dark wavy hair and a black turtleneck. “The boys here are fucking hot. That cheekbone game is lethal.”

Jacob rolled his eyes but smiled.

“You’re already planning your conquests? We’ve been here three hours.”

“And we only have two full days here,” I shot back. “C’mon, like you haven’t been thinking about it to.” I gave him the side eye look.

“Okay, you’re right,” Jacob admitted. “I definitely want a French boy or two while we’re here.”

“Is that two at the same time?” I asked him, laughing.

“No, I meant….well…maybe,” he said, smiling at me. We both laughed and took another bite of our crepes.

After more sight seeing and wandering the streets of Paris, we headed back to our hotel to freshen up and get ready for dinner. I went with a tight black button-up that showed off my athletic build, dark jeans, and boots. Jacob kept it more “hot nerd”: slim gray sweater, glasses, and chinos that somehow made his toned frame look sharper.

“Ready to see what Paris has for us?” I asked as we stepped out.

“Absolutely. But remember, no awkwardness or judgment If either of us finds something good, we do our thing, we come back, and swap stories like always.”

“Deal,” I said, fist-bumping him.

We wandered out into the city, no specific agenda, no specific place to go. The city buzzed, groups of people laughing outside cafés, the air smelling of wine and garlic, the occasional live music playing. We found a nice looking café with plenty of open seats outside and sat down for a drink.

It was no secret that both of us were on Grindr looking for a new exploit in Paris. We never really even tried to hide that from each other, and being in a new city all over again made it even more obvious.

We ate dinner and then ventured to a nearby gay bar. It was a bar full of hot, young men with varying languages and accents. Music played loud, but not so loud you needed to shout to hear the person next to you. Everything was upbeat without being a dance club, and it seemed like the perfect kind of bar to casually meet people.

Jacob and I sat at the bar drinking our cocktails, both of our eyes wandering all across the room. The possibilities seemed endless in a bar so full of people that were all attractive. I exchanged looks with a few guys that were met with smiles and clear interest, but nothing materialized. I realized that if I wanted to fuck someone tonight, I was going to have to do more to seek it out.

“I’m gonna wander a bit,” I told Jacob. “You good?”

He nodded, scrolling his phone with that private smile.

“Yeah. Text if you need an exit strategy or find someone you’re leaving with.” He smiled at me, as if he knew exactly what I was on the prowl for.

I moved through the bar, letting the energy pull me. That’s when I spotted him near the back. Tall, maybe 6’1”, with dark wavy hair that fell just right, sharp jawline, and a fitted white, short-sleeved shirt open at the collar. He caught me looking and smiled. Nothing about him screamed bottom to me, but I took my shot anyway.

“Hey, I’m Will,” I said to him.

“Oh, you’re American,” he said to me, smiling and shaking my hand.

“Yeah, I’m here for the semester studying,” I said to him. “Mostly Germany, but here in Paris first.”

We clicked fast. Lucas was 24, lived nearby, and had that effortless Parisian charm. He was smooth, confident, and flirty enough to keep me interested. His English was excellent but spiced with enough of a French accent that made everything sound sexier.

I got us another round of drinks. We continued our conversation, it was effortless. Then, he leaned in to tell me something directly in my ear.

“There’s a rooftop bar not far from here,” he said. “Great view of the Eiffel Tower at night. Want to go? It’s more…relaxed.”

“Lead the way,” I said, knowing that this was probably a step towards going back to his place. I texted Jacob to let him know, and he replied with “Enjoy his hole. I’ve got one lined up, too. Be safe.”

We left the bar and walked ten minutes to a stylish spot with an elevator up to a terrace. The view was unbelievable, Paris lights glittering, the Eiffel Tower sparkling. We found a corner table, ordered cocktails, and the flirting turned heavier.

Lucas’s hand brushed my thigh under the table.

“So, what made you approach me at the bar?” he asked.

“I guess it was your smile,” I replied, “and your hair. I love hair that I can…” I paused and took a drink.

“Hair that you can…what?” he asked.

I took a second, not knowing if this would land the right way or not.

“Hair that I can pull,” I said to him, flashing him a horny smirk.

He smiled wickedly.

“My apartment is five minutes away. Small, but the bed is big enough. And the window has a nice view too.”

“Maybe you should show it to me,” I said.

We tossed back our drinks and left the rooftop. Once we got to his apartment, we barely made it inside before we were on each other.

Lucas pushed me against the wall, kissing me deep, his tongue confident. His hands roamed my chest, unbuttoning my shirt.

I gripped his ass, firm, round, the kind that promised a perfect grip. We stumbled toward the bed, shedding our clothes along the way. His body was lean but toned, smooth chest, a trail of dark hair leading down. My eight-inch cock sprang free, already hard as he pulled my underwear off.

“Fuck. Such a big American cock,” he said as he dropped to his knees. I groaned as he swallowed my cock, threading my fingers through his wavy hair.

He sucked me expertly, humming around my shaft, one hand stroking what he couldn’t swallow.

After a few minutes of sucking, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to desperately to breed his hole, which meant I first needed to eat his ass.

“Get up on the bed and show me that hole,” I ordered.

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Lucas
Chapter 3: Night Out in Paris, Part 1

The rest of our time in London was spent strictly on experiencing the city. We only had a few days there and didn’t want to waste any more time, despite how horny we both were. I managed to get by with quick jack off sessions in the shower, and I imagine Jacob did the same.

When we rolled into Paris a little after noon on day four of our trip, the excitement was palpable. There was the obvious ‘new city, new opportunities’ feeling that largely went unspoken between us at first, but we were both also incredibly excited to be in yet another great European city.

Jacob adjusted his glasses as we stepped onto the platform, suitcase wheels clacking behind us.

“Okay, I officially love trains in Europe,” he said. “No airport bullshit and bam: Paris.”

I grinned, slinging my backpack higher on my shoulder.

“I agree, it’s a great way to travel. Now let’s drop these bags and go see the Eiffel Tower before we start hunting.”

Our hotel was roughly a 15 minute subway ride from the train station. We arrived at our hotel, checked in, unpacked quickly, showered off the travel grime, and headed out.

We hit the classics first: a quick walk past Notre-Dame, walked along the Seine, and eventually made our way to the Eifel Tower. Jacob geeked out hard over the architecture across the city.

“Dude, imagine living in a city where this is just… normal,” he said, staring up at the iconic tower. “Back home the biggest thing we have is a hospital or football stadium.”

I laughed and nudged him.

“You’re such a nerd. Come on, let’s get some food before you start quoting history facts at me.”

We grabbed crepes from a street vendor, mine with ham and cheese, his with Nutella and strawberries, and ate them on a bench while people-watching. Stylish locals strolled by, scarves draped just right. A few guys our age glanced our way, especially when Jacob laughed loud at one of my jokes.

“See that?” I muttered, nodding toward a tall guy with dark wavy hair and a black turtleneck. “The boys here are fucking hot. That cheekbone game is lethal.”

Jacob rolled his eyes but smiled.

“You’re already planning your conquests? We’ve been here three hours.”

“And we only have two full days here,” I shot back. “C’mon, like you haven’t been thinking about it to.” I gave him the side eye look.

“Okay, you’re right,” Jacob admitted. “I definitely want a French boy or two while we’re here.”

“Is that two at the same time?” I asked him, laughing.

“No, I meant….well…maybe,” he said, smiling at me. We both laughed and took another bite of our crepes.

After more sight seeing and wandering the streets of Paris, we headed back to our hotel to freshen up and get ready for dinner. I went with a tight black button-up that showed off my athletic build, dark jeans, and boots. Jacob kept it more “hot nerd”: slim gray sweater, glasses, and chinos that somehow made his toned frame look sharper.

“Ready to see what Paris has for us?” I asked as we stepped out.

“Absolutely. But remember, no awkwardness or judgment If either of us finds something good, we do our thing, we come back, and swap stories like always.”

“Deal,” I said, fist-bumping him.

We wandered out into the city, no specific agenda, no specific place to go. The city buzzed, groups of people laughing outside cafés, the air smelling of wine and garlic, the occasional live music playing. We found a nice looking café with plenty of open seats outside and sat down for a drink.

It was no secret that both of us were on Grindr looking for a new exploit in Paris. We never really even tried to hide that from each other, and being in a new city all over again made it even more obvious.

We ate dinner and then ventured to a nearby gay bar. It was a bar full of hot, young men with varying languages and accents. Music played loud, but not so loud you needed to shout to hear the person next to you. Everything was upbeat without being a dance club, and it seemed like the perfect kind of bar to casually meet people.

Jacob and I sat at the bar drinking our cocktails, both of our eyes wandering all across the room. The possibilities seemed endless in a bar so full of people that were all attractive. I exchanged looks with a few guys that were met with smiles and clear interest, but nothing materialized. I realized that if I wanted to fuck someone tonight, I was going to have to do more to seek it out.

“I’m gonna wander a bit,” I told Jacob. “You good?”

He nodded, scrolling his phone with that private smile.

“Yeah. Text if you need an exit strategy or find someone you’re leaving with.” He smiled at me, as if he knew exactly what I was on the prowl for.

I moved through the bar, letting the energy pull me. That’s when I spotted him near the back. Tall, maybe 6’1”, with dark wavy hair that fell just right, sharp jawline, and a fitted white, short-sleeved shirt open at the collar. He caught me looking and smiled. Nothing about him screamed bottom to me, but I took my shot anyway.

“Hey, I’m Will,” I said to him.

“Oh, you’re American,” he said to me, smiling and shaking my hand.

“Yeah, I’m here for the semester studying,” I said to him. “Mostly Germany, but here in Paris first.”

We clicked fast. Lucas was 24, lived nearby, and had that effortless Parisian charm. He was smooth, confident, and flirty enough to keep me interested. His English was excellent but spiced with enough of a French accent that made everything sound sexier.

I got us another round of drinks. We continued our conversation, it was effortless. Then, he leaned in to tell me something directly in my ear.

“There’s a rooftop bar not far from here,” he said. “Great view of the Eiffel Tower at night. Want to go? It’s more…relaxed.”

“Lead the way,” I said, knowing that this was probably a step towards going back to his place. I texted Jacob to let him know, and he replied with “Enjoy his hole. I’ve got one lined up, too. Be safe.”

We left the bar and walked ten minutes to a stylish spot with an elevator up to a terrace. The view was unbelievable, Paris lights glittering, the Eiffel Tower sparkling. We found a corner table, ordered cocktails, and the flirting turned heavier.

Lucas’s hand brushed my thigh under the table.

“So, what made you approach me at the bar?” he asked.

“I guess it was your smile,” I replied, “and your hair. I love hair that I can…” I paused and took a drink.

“Hair that you can…what?” he asked.

I took a second, not knowing if this would land the right way or not.

“Hair that I can pull,” I said to him, flashing him a horny smirk.

He smiled wickedly.

“My apartment is five minutes away. Small, but the bed is big enough. And the window has a nice view too.”

“Maybe you should show it to me,” I said.

We tossed back our drinks and left the rooftop. Once we got to his apartment, we barely made it inside before we were on each other.

Lucas pushed me against the wall, kissing me deep, his tongue confident. His hands roamed my chest, unbuttoning my shirt.

I gripped his ass, firm, round, the kind that promised a perfect grip. We stumbled toward the bed, shedding our clothes along the way. His body was lean but toned, smooth chest, a trail of dark hair leading down. My eight-inch cock sprang free, already hard as he pulled my underwear off.

“Fuck. Such a big American cock,” he said as he dropped to his knees. I groaned as he swallowed my cock, threading my fingers through his wavy hair.

He sucked me expertly, humming around my shaft, one hand stroking what he couldn’t swallow.

After a few minutes of sucking, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to desperately to breed his hole, which meant I first needed to eat his ass.

“Get up on the bed and show me that hole,” I ordered.

End of Chapter 3 Part 1
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