Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2005 22:22:43 EDT
From: ImJeff0882@aol.com
Subject: My roommate Nick, Part eleven

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My Roommate Nick part eleven


Before I start I want to ask those of you who emailed me about GOOD gay
fiction that is in the bookstores, if you would please email me and tell me
of any gay fiction you've recently read that is worth reading.  If I come
across anything worthwhile I'll let you know.  I am talking about current
gay fiction.  I read Soehmlein's "The World of Normal Boys" which I thought
was very good and I have his new novel, but haven't found much else that I
thought was good.  So, please share with me anything that you've read and
I'll post anything good that I read.

(I don't know if it is important to NIFTY to visit their sponsoring sites,
but if it is and you are interested in buying Soehmlein's books you can go
to the bottom of their Achieves page and under INFORMATION FOR READERS you
will see Book Store Recommendations.  From there you can get to A Different
Light Bookstore.  You can search under Soehmlein's name and find his books.

Recently, I talked to one of my Lit professors about gay novels and he told
me that there are so few because the gay community (meaning people like us)
doesn't support gay novelists by buying their books.  If there is no
market, there's little that will get published.  And, since I hope to
someday publish, I am hoping that you will start supporting struggling
novelist by buying those novels that are well written.  Soehmlein's book
"The World of Normal Boys" won several awards.)

Thank you.

Now to our trip.

I am sure that I've talked about this before, but in case I haven't I
thought I'd tell you that Nick and I do this `groping thing'.

I guess it got started with Bill, but Nick and I do it.  We grab, grope,
touch, squeeze, handle, hold each others genitals whenever we want (well,
we have a ten second rule which we follow sometimes and other times we
don't).  It's not always something that leads to sex either.  More often
than not it doesn't.  When we leave the apartment in the morning we always
hung and kiss and we always feel each other.  I know it sounds perverted,
but I love the feel of a guy's basket, all nicely tucked away in his
underwear and pants.  Nick loves it, too.

When I'm at home and he comes home, if I'm standing and doing something
he'll come over and hug me and his hand goes right for my crotch.  Often we
shower together and we typically wash each other's crotch and butt.  I
might be loading the dishwasher and he'll be cleaning something and he'll
come over and just reach around and squeeze.  Then he's back to doing
whatever.  I know it sounds weird, but it's just something we do and I
guess we think of it as something no one else can do.  You're raised to
call it your private parts, so we've just made each other's private parts
open to the other.

Nick told me that he gropes me often when I am sleeping.  He says that I
sometimes wake and touch his hand as it is holding my dick and then
sometimes I just go back to sleep, or sometimes I lean over and kiss him,
or sometimes I roll over, but I don't have any memory of it happening in
the morning.

When I've groped him while he's sleeping, more often than not, he wakes up.
Maybe it's because I do it in the morning near to the time we are to get
up.  It usually leads to sex.  With Nick almost anything can lead to sex,
and I say that happily.  LOL.

Part one of our Europe trip

My parents drove us to the airport that afternoon.  We didn't have to be
there until 3pm or so, but we left the house at noon.  It's at most an hour
drive.  We stopped near the airport and had lunch and then they dropped us
off.  We were all checked in and beyond security by 3:30 and had about two
hours before our flight was going to take off.  Yeah, we were excited.
Nick was really nervous, but he promised me that once we were on the plane
he'd relax.  We would be getting free drinks.

Nick said, as we found our seats and the steward asked us if we wanted
something to drink before take off, "Anything with alcohol in it, on the
rocks," and laughed.  The steward smiled at me and asked if Nick was
kidding.  I nodded.  I told him to bring us two waters with ice.  (Yeah,
yeah, yeah, I'm the practical one.  I know if you drink a lot of water you
won't get jet lag.)

"You are going to have a drink, aren't you?" Nick asked me.

"Yeah, but how about if we wait for food," I said and yawned.  He kept
looking at me.  "You kept me up late last night and Mom woke me early this
morning."

"I was up before you.  You going to sleep the whole flight?"

I smiled and stretched, "Probably."

"Asshole.  I can't sleep on planes"

"Have a few drinks and you'll sleep," I said.

"If you fall asleep before me, I'm going to go and have sex with the
steward," he said, looking back over our seat.

I laughed.  "How do you know he's gay?"

"He's gay.  I watched him watching you looking for our seats.  I bet he was
thinking, oh please let him sit in my section, oh please, oh please.  As
soon as we put our stuff down he was all over you."

I laughed, "You are so full of it.  He's just doing his job."

"Besides, I think he wants me," Nick said.

"Now I know you're full of it."

The steward returned with our waters.  He said, "So, you going all the way
to London with us?"

Nick took the bait, "I thought this was a non-stop flight?"  The steward
smiled as did I.

"If you need anything just let me know," he said, and then left us.

"See he's flirting," Nick said.

"He's just being nice.  But, I think you're right."

"You think he wants me?"

"No, I think he's gay, and I think he thinks we are," I said.

Nick said, "You'd better start butching it up."  I reached over and
squeezed that area just above his right knee.  He says I have a grip like a
vise.  He was sitting on my left; the window seat.  "No, please, no,
don't," he pleaded, trying to pull my hand loose.  He laughed and
whispered, "You're butch, really you are, really butch."  I let go of his
leg and then he mouthed, "bitch."

Finally, we took off.

After we were airborne for a while, I had to take a wicked piss.  I got up
and went to the toilet.  When I returned the steward was talking to Nick.
He was asking what we wanted for dinner.

As I slipped into my seat, Nick said, "And my boyfriend will have the same
as me," to the steward.  And then to me, he said, "I ordered your dinner."

The steward said to me, "Nick, said that you two are on your first trip to
Europe and you'll be traveling for six weeks."

"Yes, that's right," I said looking at Nick.

Nick said, "It's our first real vacation together.  We're both really
excited."

The steward said to me, "We were talking about Mykonos.  You're going to
love it there.  My partner and I go every year."

"Yeah, we are really looking forward to Mykonos.  But, I'm really looking
forward to Italy," I said.

"Yeah, that's what Nick said.  You're going to both love it, especially
Rome and Capri.  Well, I'll talk to you both later," he said and smiled.

I looked at Nick, "What didn't you tell him, and what's with boyfriend?"

"Hey, did you want me to say girlfriend?  We're on vacation.  Who the fuck
cares?  And I told you he is gay."

I smiled at him, "When we get to the hotel I'm going to physically hurt
you."

"Promise?" he said.  I nodded.

We had dinner.  We had wine.  Nick was chatting away.  I got comfortable.
I covered myself with my blanket.  Nick covered himself.  I pushed back my
seat and putted up my leg rest.  Nick gave me a look and shook his head.  I
smiled.  I reached under his blanket and rubbed my hand over his crotch.
He, with his hand over the blanket, pushed my hand harder into his groin.
I smiled; I could feel him getting hard.  Damn, I love that feeling.  My
hand pressed on his crotch, his dick tucked away in his pants and then
feeling it swelling and moving under my hand.  I moved my hand.  We both
smiled at each other.  I closed my eyes and I guess I fell asleep at some
point.

When I woke up Nick was asleep.  It was so hard not to touch him.  I really
don't know how to describe this feeling that comes over me sometimes.  It's
seems too complex for words.  There is this soft feeling, like I want to
run my hands over his body, like I want to whisk all his pain away.  There
is also something very friendly about it, too.  I say that because I've
felt it toward him long before we were sexual with each other or before I
ever thought it might happen.  There is also something that connects to
making love; kissing him and smiling.  Then there is the element that feels
very aggressive; like I want to bite into his neck.  That I want to hold
his shoulders down, his legs over his shoulders, look into his eyes and
fuck him hard.  And, of course, there is that part to it that wants the
same from him.  Wrap that all up, call it what you will and that's what I
was feeling toward him watching him sleep.

The steward walked past me and glanced at Nick sleeping.  He leaned down
toward me and said, "Would you like something to drink?"  I nodded and
asked if he had orange juice.  He nodded.

I lay there, if that's what you call it, and listened to Nick sleep.  I
adjusted my dick in my pants.  I was getting hard thinking about six weeks
of Nick in Europe.

Finally, he awoke.  We had breakfast.  As we began our decent into London,
the steward talked to us about how best to get through customs, how best to
get into London and what to do our first day.

To my surprising it all went smoothly.  We checked into our hotel, took a
quick shower, and were out.  We decided to ride one of those double-decker
buses.  We bought a ticket and it allowed us to ride around London and get
off (exit) anywhere we wanted along the route and then get back on. The
weather was great and we were both very excited.  Nick was the tour guide.
He was carrying a small pack with his camera, and guide books.  I had a
small pack with my camera and a journal that I was going to keep.

Each time I looked at Nick he was smiling.  His eyes were wide and darting
all around.

It was about eight o'clock when we decided we had to eat.  We decided on
Indian food.  Yeah, yeah, I know.  We come to England and eat Indian food.
But, is there English food?  Anyway, the dinner was wonderful.  I love
spicy food; the hotter then better.  Nick likes it also, but he's a bit of
a wimp.  We had a bottle of wine with dinner.  After dinner we walked
around some and then went to a pub.  It was pretty cool.  I don't know
where we were, but the accents sounded more English than they had during
the day.  Maybe, it was the beer.  I was pretty wasted.  I guess lack of
sleep, wine, beer and England.

We took a taxi back to the hotel.  They have cool taxis in England.  Going
to our room, I was sure I was going to just pass out when I hit the bed,
but by the time we got undressed I had one of those hard-ons that feels
rock hard.  I knew there was no way I was going to fall asleep without
getting off.

As Nick was undressing I started grabbing at him.  He just smiled.  As he
bent over, taking his pants off, I grabbed his ass.  Then I just pulled his
boxers down to his knees.  I had to have his ass.  With his boxers to his
feet, and with his socks still on, I pushed him onto the bed.  He was hard
(he gets that way easily).

"You promised you'd hurt me," he said, and smiled.

"What?"

"On the plane."  He kicked off his boxers.  "Get the lube."  I jumped up
and dug through my pack.  I noticed him staring at my erection.  "Damn,
that thing looks like it sticks out from your body by at least a foot."

"It's not a thing," I said smiling and looking down.

As I walked back to the bed, he said, "I love the way your dick swings and
bounces when you walk."

"Shut up," I said smiling big, "And get ready to open up," I said and
laughed.  I lubed my dick and then his hole and then lay down on top of him
again.  He bit into my neck and then ran his tongue and teeth up my neck to
my ear.  (That always drives me crazy).  "Fuck me," he whispered, "hard,
and don't talk, just tell me when you are getting close."

I took hold of my dick and moved it up and down his butt crack and then
against his hole.  As I started pushing into him he pushed hard into me
using his hips and his legs wrapped around my waist.  I heard him moan and
felt his body shake, "Go all the way in."

I pushed deep into him.  His legs were wrapped around me.  My elbows rested
on the mattress; his arms were wrapped around my shoulders.  I had hold of
his hair with on hand and his neck with the other.  As I fucked him I bit
down on his neck, pulled at his hair, I moved his head so I could kiss him
deep.  We both were breathing hard.  I felt him move his right hand from my
back and to his dick.  I moved and gave him room to started jerking off as
I continued to fuck him.  I glanced down, watching him jerking, watching
his balls dancing around in his scrotum.

Looking at his body, smooth, tight, defined, slim, lanky and sweaty was
getting my close.  I noticed his balls tightening in their sac.

"I'm getting close," I said, looking down at him.

"Give me your spit," he said. I sucked my saliva and gathered it on my
tongue, opened my mouth and let it drip into his mouth and then we kissed.
As I pounded into him, I could feel his ass muscles tightening around my
dick.  I started fucking him with short quick strokes so as to hit his
prostate.  He began to cum.  His body shook violently under me.  I felt his
cum hitting my chest.  He moaned and grunted loudly.

When he was done cumming I glanced down at his chest.  There were strings
of cum across his chest and a large gob of cum on his dick.  As I started
to pull out of him he pulled me toward him.  "No, fuck me," he said.

"First I want your cum," I said.  I leaned down and started licking his
chest.  My head was spinning, my dick was pounding.  I was right at the
edge of cumming.  I took his cummy dick in my mouth.  He grabbed my head as
his body shook.  His dick is sensitive after he cums.  I swallowed all the
cum I could find and then began moving my dick back into him.

He held me as I fucked him.  He licked my face, my cummy lips.  It wasn't
long before I was close again and then I came, and I came and I came.
Damn, my first orgasm in Europe.

I felt into a heap on top of him.  He held me.  I guess I feel asleep
quickly, because I didn't remember anything until I woke the next morning.
Nick was already awake and reading his guide books.

That day we did a lot of the tourist things.  Big Ben, changing of the
guard, museum, the eye, St Paul's, the tower of London etc.  We walked,
rode buses, took taxis and rode the underground.  That was cool.  During
the afternoon we decided to go back to the room and rest, or recharge or
suck each other's cock.  We did that sixty-nine style and then fell asleep,
or napped for a while.  Then we were out again.  We tried this Chinese
place for dinner.  It was good.  We walked along The River Thames.  That's
cool to say, `we walked along The River Thames'.  At about ten p.m. we
found ourselves in Piccadilly Circus and sat under the statue or Eros the
goddess of Erotic LOVE.  Nick said that we should go back to the room
because he had been smiled upon by Eros and he felt the need. We did go
back to the room, but we stopped along the way for a beer.  That was cool,
too.  Then we were back in bed and making this wild kind of love.
Sometimes we just have sex, and I love just having sex, but sometimes it's
very different and that night it was different.  It was very passionate,
very intense, and we were at each other for over an hour.  There was
something very aggressive about it, but not the "I want to fuck you so get
your legs in the air, NOW," type of aggression.  Rather, it was a kissing,
licking, biting, sucking, all over each other type of aggression.

The biting thing has been something new, and so has the "I want your spit"
thing.  Nick says that there are times he wants to devour me.  At first I
wasn't sure I was into getting bitten, but it's not like getting bitten.  I
guess, as with a lot of things, there is a fine line between something
being an erotic turn on and being a turn off.  Nick has perfected the art
of biting or nibbling at my body.  He starts at my neck and works his way
down my chest, sucking and nibbling.  When he gets to my thighs my dick
starts throbbing.  I think it also borders on being tickled, but whatever
it is, it gets me crazy and wanting to be fucked.  Weird, yeah, I agree,
but before long I'm either rolling over onto my stomach as he bites at my
ass and then starts rimming me which then leads to me arching my back for
him to fuck me, or as he bites at my thighs I'm raising my legs for him.
This time I had my legs raised, my butt in the air, pleading with him to
fuck me.  He did, with a big smile on his face.

After he fucked me, and he took his time, he sucked me off.

After that he took me in his arms and I fell asleep on his chest.

I think most people that know Nick and I would say that I am the dominate
one in the relationship, or that I am the extravert and he is the
introvert, or that Nick defers to me.  But, and for some reason this is
weird to me, he is the one who holds me.  Either we fall asleep with me in
his arms or we both stretch out touching each other.  If we fall asleep
stretched out, it's not unusual for me to wake up and find myself in his
arms.  When I am in his arms I feel like a boy, a feeling that I never
experience out of bed, or during sex.  But when we cuddle I often feel like
I'm being held.  I talked to Nick about it and he said that he often feels
like he looks to me for support, but that in bed, at these times, he feels
like I'm there needing him.  When he said that, it scared me.  It's hard
for me to admit to being comfortable with needing something from someone or
needing someone.  I am a lot more comfortable with being in charge, with
someone needing something from me.  But, I have to admit, I do love being
in his arms, sometimes.

The next day he told me he had a surprise for me.  It was hard to let him
have control of the day, but I did.  He arranged it, with the help of the
hotel concierges, for use to take train to Stratford-Upon-Avon, where
Shakespeare was born.  We visited his house on Henley St, and where he is
buried in the Holy Trinity Church.  I am a fan of the Bard.  We had a
wonderful day.  Yes, it was a wonderful day.  I had mentioned that I'd like
to go, but I thought it was too out of the way, and would waste a day in
London.  But my tour guide thought it was worth it, and so did I.  Needless
to say, he had a good time in bed that night, too.  He has a lot of those
<grin>.

The next day we were out and about London again.  When we made our plans we
thought that spending four days in London might not be enough, but by the
end of that next day we realized that as tourists, we had seen the major
spots and could leave and not feel like we had missed a lot.  That night we
again went to a pub.  Well, it was more of a club for young gay guys like
us.  It was crowded and loud, and we had a great time.

The next day we made our way to London Waterloo and took the Eurostar to
Paris.  Damn, that was interesting.  I guess the trip took a little less
than four hours.  I enjoyed the ride.  I think I love riding on trains.
Something I didn't know about myself.  There was never a time on a train
that I was not enjoying it; either watching the scenery, or reading, or
writing, or relaxing or talking with Nick.  It was all good.


We spent four full days in Paris.  Wow, that was exciting.  We were the
typical tourists.  We had made reservations at a hotel near the Eiffel tour
on the left bank, close to the river Seine.  It was clean and not too
expensive.  The first thing we did was go to the Eiffel tower.  That was
fun.  We walked along the River, I mean we had to do that.  It was getting
close to dinner so we found a small restaurant and had a quick dinner.  I
think Nick was more excited about being in Paris than I was, but I was
excited.

After dinner we decided we wanted to see the Arc de Triomphe at night.  So,
we crossed the river and then walked down the Champs-Elysees.  Then we went
to the Tuileries Gardens.  The lights all over Paris were awesome.  We were
excited, horny and tired, so we headed back to the hotel.  I had made a
promise to Nick that he could have his way with me without any feedback on
my part one time in every city we stayed in for more than one night.  He
told me that he wanted his night that night.

On the way back to the hotel he was talking about how excited he was being
in Paris.

"It's my first time in Paris and it's with you," Nick said.  "They say you
never forget your first time in Paris."

"Are you getting romantic on me?" I asked.

"I guess if you mean horny?" Nick said.

"You're always horny," I said.

"Not like this," Nick said.

I just laughed.  "What do you mean?"

"I don't know.  It's this weird feeling that I get sometimes that I just
have to have you.  It's like this physical craving for you.  Like I want to
attack you.  Do you ever feel that way?"

"Yes," I assured him.

"Do you remember the last time you felt that way?" he asked smiling.

I thought about it for a minute and said, "Yes, a few of days before we
came here."

"You mean in London?"

"No, before we left for Europe."

"Oh yeah," he said smiling.  "Remind me."

"You are such a perv.  Okay, remember just before we left to go to my
parents?"

I had awakened and Nick was still asleep, which is unusual.  I went to the
bathroom and took a piss.  When I got back into bed I noticed that Nick had
a hard-on.  Usually he watches me sleep, but that morning I watched him.
His dick was hard and pointing to his navel.  Every once in a while it
would begin to relax, lay on his stomach and then begin to become flaccid,
and then it began to move, get hard and then point upward again.  I watched
and ran my fingers over his hard dick.  I wanted to wake him but I also
wanted just to lay there and watch.  After about ten or fifteen minutes he
rolled over onto his side, away from me, and pulled his legs up.  I sat up.
I noticed that his balls were pushed out from between his legs so that I
had a view of his ass and his balls.  I finally lay down beside him, put my
arm around him and fell asleep again.

When I awoke again he was awake, but not in bed.  I heard him at the
computer.

"Nick," I called to him.

"You want coffee?"

"Yeah," I said.

He entered the bedroom with my coffee wearing a pair of sweat pants and no
shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Stuff for our trip."

I sipped some of my coffee.  He had brought a cup of coffee for himself
also.  He lay in bed beside me.

"I woke up earlier."  I looked at him and said, "I watched you sleeping.
You had a hard-on.  It was hot.  Now I know why you like to watch me
sleep."  He smiled.  I uncovered myself and then reach across him to put my
coffee cup on the night stand near the bed.  Then I took his coffee from
him and put it on the night stand.  Without me saying a word, he pulled off
his sweats. (like I said, he's always ready).  I reached into the night
stand and grabbed the lube.  As I did he took my dick in his hand, scooted
down and then began sucking it. I sat back, with the open bottle of lube in
my hand and enjoyed the blow job I was getting.  Eventually, he stopped
sucking my dick and sat up.  I lubed up my dick as he lifted his legs.  I
then put lube on his butt hole.  I threw the bottle onto the floor and then
moved between his legs.

I lay down on top of him and we began to kiss.  We were both moaning and
biting at each other's lips and tongue.  The biting always seems to be part
of this feeling.  I could tell he was really into it.  His legs were up and
he was pulling me into him.  Then he reached around and took hold of my
dick and moved it toward his butt hole.  He was breathing hard and I was
ready to enter him.  When he had my dick lined up, I started pushing until
I was inside him.  Then he pushed himself up into me until I was buried in
him.  Then we went back to biting and licking each other.  Neither of us
moved, my dick remained buried deep in him as we continued to kiss and bite
and lick.  Then I began fucking him.  It was one of those hard,
toes-dug-into-the-mattress kind of fucks.  It was the kind of fuck where
you cum right away; and I did.  I remained in him after I came; I was still
hard.  He was jerking off, but I stopped him.  I pulled out of him, he
tried to stop me, but I wanted to suck him.  When I put my mouth on his
dick, his body responded immediately with a shutter.  He grabbed my
head. He turned in a way so that he could watch me swallowing his dick.  I
remained hard, knowing he was watching me.  I deep throat his dick and
played with his balls.

I could feel his balls pulling tight, and I could feel his dick head
getting larger and harder, then I felt his cum exploding into my mouth.
His legs were jerking, his back was arching, he moaned and groaned and held
my head in place as he fucked my mouth.  I greedily swallowed every shot of
cum as it filled my mouth.  When he was finished cumming, I held his dick
in my mouth, gently sucking on it.  He remained hard.  He stroked my head,
ran his finger in my hair and pushed his leg into my still erect cock.

When I finally let his dick fall from my mouth, I moved so as to lie on top
of him again.  As I did, he pulled his legs up again and wrapped them
around my waist.  I looked at him and he smiled at me. "Go for it," he
said.  I smiled at him.  I took hold of my dick and aimed, then pushed
myself inside him.  "You're pretty horned up this morning," he said.

"I think it was watching you."  He laughed.  "Why are you laughing?" I
asked and then reached down and pinched his tit.  He laughed again.

"It's kind of exciting to think that you get this horny just looking at
me."

I smiled at him and pushed hard into him.  He laughed.  "I was born horny,"
I said.

"I'm sure you were.  But you know that I turn you on," he said, smiling at
me.

I laughed.  "Yeah, you do," I said as I began to fuck him.  His insides
were warm and wet with my cum.  I've fucked him before, after I had just
fucked him, and he had fucked me twice before also.  We had talked about
how different it felt the second time.  Neither of us was sure why it was
so intense, but our second orgasm, especially when fucking like this, was
always more intense than the first.  I am sure it has to do with my dick
being more sensitive the second time, but it also has to do with fucking
his already fucked butt.  And fuck it I did.  And he held on to me, telling
me to fuck him harder and faster and deeper, until I came again, and I came
hard.

"Oh yeah," Nick said as we continued walking, "I remember that.  Damn,
yeah, that's the way I feel."  When I thought I could do it without anyone
noticing I reached over and rubbed his crotch with the back of my hand.  He
moved my hand to where his hard dick was packed into his pants.  "Can't we
just go into that alley so I can fuck you really quickly?"

"Do you want to take a cab?"

"No, they're too expensive.  I can wait, but you are going to get so fucked
when we get back to the hotel." I laughed out loud.  "I am so serious,
Jeff."

"I know you are; believe me I do."

When we got back to the hotel and closed the door to our room, he walked
right to his backpack and found the lube.  I watched as he unbuttoned his
pants and walked toward me.  I was sitting on the bed untying my tennis
shoes when he stood before me and pulled out his hard dick.  I started to
laugh as he took the back of my head and moved me toward his dick.  I
opened my mouth and started sucking him.  While I sucked him he kicked off
his shoes, pants and boxers briefs.  Then he pulled at me until I was
standing, he walked me over to this small dresser, pulled my pants and
boxers down around my ankles, turned me around, bent me forward and then
knelt down behind me and started to lick and bite at my ass.  I immediately
bent further down giving him full access to my butt hole.

As he continued to lick at my butt, I started jerking off.  I went from
knowing I was going to get fucked, to wanting to be fucked.  As he licked
my ass he played with my balls and ran his hand around the base of my dick.
Then he stood.  I felt him wet my hole with lube and then felt the head of
his cock probing.  As he began to push himself into me, I pushed back.  I
knew he was hot to be inside of me, and that excited me.  But, strangely,
now I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard.  I don't understand people who
only are the fuckers or the fuckees and never cross over.  There are times
when I want his ass and he is going to get fucked and fucked hard, and then
there are times when I just want him to fuck me until I can't walk (Not
that that would ever happen, but that's the fantasy).

He held onto my hips and pushed me into his cock as he pushed forward.  He
alternated between fucking me fast and hard and then slow and gently.  As
he'd slow down he'd say, "I am so close.  Fuck, you feel so good."  Then
he'd stop, lay his chest against my back with his arms around me and
neither of us moved.  I could almost feel his cock pulsing in my ass.  Then
he'd start fucking me again.  Finally, he took me by the shoulders and
started fucking me hard.  This time he didn't slow down, this time he
moaned and groaned and pushed hard.  I could feel his body shaking, like
his legs were going to give way, as he came inside of me.  Then he seemed
to collapse on my back.  I could feel his heart pounding and his chest
heaving against my back.

When he stepped back from me he told me to undress.  As I began to kick off
my shoes and pants, he noticed that there was pre-cum hanging from my dick.
He got on his knees in front of me and began to lick my dick head, and then
he began to suck me.  Again, he told me to get naked.  When I was naked, he
told me to lie on the bed.  I did.  I kept smiling at him.  There is
something about him that makes me laugh when he gets in this dominate role.
I guess it's because I know if I said, `on your back, you're going to get
fucked', he'd do it.  I looked at him as he moved on top of me; he was
still hard.

"I think my favorite thing is changing again," he said.  He used to say
that his favorite way to cum was for me to give him head while he watched.

"Oh yeah, to what?" I asked.

"To fucking you.  I think I am really into fucking you," he said, as he
positioned himself between my legs.  He was on all fours over me and
smiling down at me.  I started to laugh.  He reached down and grabbed my
legs and pushed them up to my chest and smiled at me.  In moments he was
pushing into me, and as he did, he moaned.  We kissed as he fucked me, and
as I jerked at my dick.  "Don't cum until I'm close," he said.  I nodded.
As he fucked me, looking down at me, I opened my mouth signaling him to
drop his spit into my mouth.  He gathered his spit and then let it roll off
his tongue into my mouth.  "I'm getting close," he said.  I continued to
jerk.

"I could cum," I said, almost asking his permission.

"Go ahead.  I want to feel you cum while I'm in you and fucking you."

I jerked myself to orgasm.  He fucked me hard while I came, and came and
came. And then he pushed hard into me as his body shook all over and he
groaned that intense deep groan and then collapsed on top of me.

We lay there for a while.  He moved so his dick slide out of me, but we
still held each other.  I felt my cum running down my side and his cum
wanting to run out of my ass, but we just lay there holding each other.  I
fell asleep.  When I woke again, it was morning.  We both seemed to wake up
at the same time.  Needless to say, we both need a shower.


Some of the other places we visited while we were in Paris are;
Sainte-Chapelle, Notre Damn, the Picasso Museum, the Tomb of Napoleon,
Versialles, Sacre C'ur, the Louvre.  We went to the Tuileries Gardens
several times.  Not sure why, but it was a great place in the afternoon to
just sit and eat lunch, and then at night where it was fun to just watch
the lights and the people.  We spent an afternoon around Sacre C'ur which I
think was one of my favorite places to just hang around.

Nick seemed to find his horny energy more so in Paris than in London.  I
think he must have had jet lag.  The second afternoon we were there, after
lunch, we were in the underground deciding how to get where we wanted to
go. I believe we were heading to Notre Dame, or Napoleon's Tomb when he
said, "Let's go back to the room for a while."

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "I just want to blow you.  Let's go back.  We can do it
quickly.  Just sit down and I'll blow you and then we can go to Notre
Dame."

"Okay," I said smiling.  My dick was hard in about ten seconds.  As we
walked into our room I said, "How about we suck each other?"

"Sure," he said.  He lay down on the bed and pulled his pants and underwear
down to his knees.  I lay opposite him and did the same.  We both began
sucking each other.  Sometimes I think this is my favorite thing that we
do.  I can suck his cock for hours and I love getting my dick sucked, but
this was going to be a quickie.  Soon he was ready to cum.

"Hold on," I said, "let's try to come together as close as we can."

"Okay, let me know when you are close," he said.  "Don't swallow it all,
save some."

We went back to sucking.  I could tell he was ready to nut.  Soon, I was
there.  "I'm close," I announced.  He nodded and we both started sucking
hard on each other and I swear as my cum shot our of my dick, so did his.
I swallowed the first of it, as I felt him doing, too.  When we were both
done coming he let go of my dick and turned around to face me.  We both
opened our mouth and our come covered tongues wrestled with each other.

"I love you," he said.

"I know you do.  I love you, too."

"But, I mean, I really love you," he said with a crack in his voice.  I
looked at him and tears were in his eyes.

"Nick, what's the matter?"

"Nothing.  I think I'm just happy and scared and excited and overwhelmed.
I've never felt this way, I mean until you and I said we loved each other;
that you wanted to be with me."

"Nick, I'm not going away.  Nothing bad is going to happen.  It's okay to
love me.  I love you like you love me, and I'm happy, and excited and
scared sometimes, too."

"Why would you be scared?" he asked.

"Hey, cum breath.  The same reason you are scared.  You could get bored
with me, or decide you want to find someone better, kinder, less of a
bully; someone who has more patience, someone who wakes up and makes you
coffee."

He started to laugh.  "No way.  I love waking up first.  I love looking at
your morning wood.  I watch and think you are dreaming about me."  He
laughed again.

"I am probably dreaming about you."  We were still with our pants down
around our knees.  I reached down and took his dick in my hand and started
playing with it.  He looked at me.  "Let's try to do this each afternoon.
I like doing this.  I mean I want to see everything we have time for, but I
want to suck your cock a lot, too," I said.

"Keep talking, I'm getting hard again," he said and laughed.

"I'm serious.  Let's try to come back here after we have lunch or before
dinner and do this.  Just like this."

"Okay.  You know what I'd like to do?" he asked.

"What?"

"If we come back to the room for more than just a few minutes, you know
like for an hour or something.  Let's get naked.  Just hang around naked
all the time.  No boxers, or shorts, just naked, from now on while we are
in Europe."

I smiled at him, "You like to look at my HOT body, don't you?" I said,

"No, I like you looking at mine," he said smiling.  He kissed me and then
said, "Let's go see the church."  We got up and pulled ourselves together
and he said, "Do I really have cum breath?

I laughed, "I don't know.  I probably do, too."

We both brushed our teeth, and then headed out for more sight seeing.  That
night we headed out to find gay bars in an area that is called the
Marais--a gay area in Paris.  That was pretty interesting.  Not like the
gay bars where we are from--not that we've been to many.  Mostly we've been
to dance clubs where guys take their shirts off and dance while rubbing
against each other.  We went to one gay bar in Paris and everyone was
wearing something leather, or was near naked.  Nick grabbed my hand and
said, "I want to leave NOW."  LOL.  I almost wanted to stay just to see
what would happen.  I mean, they were gay men, not gay bashers.  But, we
left.  The other gay bars we went to were pretty tame compared to that one.
We met a couple of French guys at one bar that were pretty cool.  They
seemed interested in talking to us, so we had a couple of drinks with them.

We left with them and went to another club where we could dance.  They said
they weren't a couple, but just friends.  I was getting the feeling that
they thought we might want to have some fun with them.  Nick said he had to
pee.  One of the guys said he had to also, and said he'd show Nick where
the bathroom was.  When we decided to leave and go to our hotel, they
offered to take us.  When we left them we hugged and kissed and said
goodnight.  They were really cool guys and we had a good time with them.
When we got back to the room Nick told me that when he was in the bathroom
the guy who went with him asked if we'd be interested in going to his
apartment for the night.  Nick told him that we were trying to be
monogamous and that we weren't practicing safe sex with each other and
didn't want to have to worry about stuff. Nick said that the guy was really
cool and said he understood.  Nick thought that maybe they'd just leave us
after that, but they didn't.  It was a great night, and they were great
guys; cute, too.

We left Paris feeling like we could have stayed longer, but I was excited
about eventually getting to Italy.

Oh yeah, we did blow each other each afternoon while we were in Paris and
most of the rest of the trip, and we did get naked as soon as we'd enter
our room.  We've even started hanging around here naked.  Typically, when I
am home alone I stay dressed if I'm going out again.  If I'm staying in for
the rest of the day/night, I usually get undressed and into sweat pants and
a tee shirt.  Now, when Nick comes home from work/school, he goes in and
undresses, usually showers, and then comes out naked and undresses me.  It
is kind of interesting if I do say so myself.  Sitting at the table and
eating dinner in the nude seems weird to me, but I've gotten used to that,
too.  It's kind of fun catching him checking out my ass or my crotch.  And
I check him out, too.

I've come to realize that one of the HOTTEST angles is when he bends over
or squats and I can see his ass, his balls and his dick from behind.  That
is SO FUCKIN' HOT.  I love that.  (Damn, I know, I'm a perv. but so what.)

I hope you are enjoying this.  I hope it's not getting boring.  More to
come, soon.

Nick read this.  I always let him read it before I send it in, and he said
that he might want to write something before I send this in, or at the top
of the next part.  I'll either send it in tomorrow morning, or if I decided
to give it a read over (proofing) then I'll ask him if he wants to add to
this.

From France we went to Switzerland, then to Southern France, then to
Italy, Greece (Athens and MYKONOS), and then we flew to Amsterdam where we
stayed for two full days before we flew home.  I'll try to cover all that
in the next part.