On Tour - Chapter 7

On Tour Chapter 7 The Bareback Sex Short Story

South Of France

I spent the rest of my vacation in Greece fucking and sucking those two beautiful men before regretfully returning home for another year of work before I could start a new adventure.

While getting cock in the hot Greek sun was fun, I knew the world had many more men to offer and I flew back to New York ready, willing and able to plan my next sexcapdes.

Not to say I didn't get my fair share of cock and ass back home - but there is just something about being on vacation that makes sin sizzle.

My next trip was to take me to the South of France - specifically a small city called Montpellier that is known as the gay capital of the Mediterranean.

Located between Barcelona and Marseille and served only by a small airport, the Technopole (as the city is known) is legendary for hot gay clubs that don't charge a fortune and uncircumcised men who cum in all shapes and sizes.

To get there I had to fly into Paris and kick around that airport before getting a train down south. My first impression was that it was going to be hard to get my gaydar set in this country - all the French dudes dress like gay men!

The train ride to Montpellier was amazing. Sweeping vistas of countryside, a cheap bar car and nothing to do but let my cock throb in anticipation of nights filled with vacation sex - in a town away from the rest of the world.

My only initial problem was keeping myself from getting to obviously hard. Being around all these fine dressing European men was having a definite effect on my libido!

Finally my train arrived in the center of town and I pulled my bags to the Hotel Du Midi in the historic Place de la Comedie. I checked in, took a hot shower and prepared to mate the French.

After having a quick coffee, I wandered through the tiny streets until I happened upon a small Irish bar in the middle of square full of restaurants. When I first peeked in the door, I looked for a Pride flag - the place was filled with about 50 strapping young men - and only one or two girls were in sight!

This could end up being my kind of bar.

Alas, it wasn't gay, but it gave me enough eye candy to put a rocket in my pocket. The boys were all huddled around pints of Guinness watching sports. The idea of what these guys might get up to with a few more pints in them sent my dick throbbing with rough trade ass cherry popping fantasies.

In my khakis and designer shirt I was clearly overdressed around these sweaty boys who hadn't changed their soaked Guinness shirts in days. The man smells were like a pheromone heaven and I felt the first bits of precum leak out of my piss slit.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed two people who seemed somewhat out of place - two girls with very short hair cheering while watching the game. My gaydar went off like lightning and I moved over to strike up a conversation.

I offered to buy a round of drinks and started talking to my new friends - who turned out to be very clued into the gay scene. They told me about Heaven, a notorious gay and lesbian hangout that would be opening in a few hours.

It had been a long time since I'd gone clubbing with lesbians, but I knew that if I was going to find the dark underbelly of this cock crazed city, I'd need a guide and while looking at these straight boys made me yearn to fuck their young asses, I didn't want to get my ass kicked either.

I agreed to meet up with the girls at 8, and went back to my hotel. Inside I immediately stripped down and went into the shower. My cock pointed to the sky and I let my right hand grip my mushroom head.

My left hand drifted down to my ass and I started fingering myself, thinking about the cute accents of the guys I'd just been around. I imagined these Irish boys bending me over the bathroom stall, as my precum worked as a slick lube up and down my shaft.

Now I moved two fingers into my ass and started finger fucking myself in perfect time to my masturbation. Thinking about all those sweaty drunk straight men caused me to shoot a huge wad onto the shower curtain while my ass clenched around my fingers.

Exhausted from my flight I lay down in bed naked, my hand on my cock as I drifted off to sleep with visions of uncut cocks dancing through my head.

My alarm woke me at 7:30 p.m. and I rushed to get my hair combed and make myself presentable. I was to be here for two weeks and I wanted to make a good first impression. Jerking off in the shower was fun, but my ass ached for penetration. I needed to be a vacation slut and I needed it sooner rather than later.

At 8 the girls rang my room and I went downstairs. It felt odd to be out with women, but something told me these chicks could get as nasty as any man.
We wandered through cobblestone paths until finally I saw it - a giant Pride flag flying proudly over the entrance to a backstreet bar. Sex was in the air and I was ready for it!

Standing at the doorway was bald tattooed man in tight leather pants that outlined his long thick shank. His thick foreskin was clearly outlined letting me know I wasn't in Kansas anymore.

Techno music blasted through my soul as we stepped into the dark club. There were lots of dark spaces where men could mingle and everyone looked beautiful.

The girls beckoned me over to a table where there were several of their friends - all male - who were defiantly checking out the action. As their eyes glazed over me I relished being fresh meat.

After the introductions were made my mind settled on two men, Marco, a brash English stud, and Giovanni, an Italian friend of theirs who had come to visit. My ass hummed with thoughts of a bilingual fucking.

Leaving the ladies to do whatever is that girls do, we moved to the dance floor, starting the foreplay that could lead nowhere but to a nasty all male threesome.

The music burned through our bodies as we humped against each other to the beat. I could feel both of their hard cocks whenever they moved close to me. My dick kept getting harder and harder the more we dry fucked each other in this very public space.

We all got sweatier and sweatier and I got incredibly horny, looking at these studs and noticing other men move off into the corners and kissing each other passionately.

After what seemed like an eternity, Marco and Giovanni motioned me towards a door on the side of the club. We moved as one through the passageway until we were outside, in a small isolated alley.

All around us were men in the throes of passion with each other as the warm Mediterranean air blew gently on our skin. Marco grabbed me and kissed me deeply, while Giovanni moved behind me, cupped my ass and gently nibbled on my neck.

Soon Giovanni was dry humping my ass with what felt like the longest cock I had ever felt. Marco was thrusting against me as well, with a dick that felt shorter but wider than his friends.

My own cock could not help but respond and a wet patch started to build on my crotch, as my soul begged to submit to their steel rods.

Marco grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it off me, the buttons exploding in every direction. Giovanni then moved his hands to the front of my pants and roughly pulled down my zipper.

I hadn't worn any underwear so I was now bare assed in front of these men in this alley. It should have felt wrong. I should have been worried about getting caught. But all I could think about was the male animal pleasure that would soon be mine.

Marco roughly pushed my head down towards the ground and I obediently dropped to my knees.

My ass pointed up into the sky as I slowly unzipped Marco's pants. His uncircumcised cock stood at attention while I started licking his salty balls.

As I inhaled his rough male scent, Giovanni started working a finger into my already prepared asshole. When I felt his digit penetrate me I moved my mouth up to Marco's cock and started sucking the head into my mouth.

These men were stronger and harder than the boys I was used to back home, and I was loving the exotic pleasure of servicing this cock, while I finally started jerking on its shaft.

I moved one had around to the back of Marco's ass and slipped a finger into his man pussy. He groaned and I tasted the first bits of his precum enter my lips. I tongued his piss slit to encourage more of his precious fluid past my lips.

It was then that I heard Giovanni mutter "Una bella porcia" as he jammed a second finger into my hole.

I moved my ass higher into the air to encourage him to penetrate me harder and he started moving his fingers around in rough circles. Marco's cock moved deeper into my throat and I slipped a second finger into his entrance.

Marco started fucking my face hard and I felt his foreskin dance through my teeth. I moved my ass to the rhythm of Giovanni's fingers and felt my cock get bigger and bigger as the tip gently brushed against the cobblestone streets.

My eyes darted left and right and I saw two beautiful men a few feet from us. The one was standing tall while the other was on his knees servicing him. I made eye contact and he smiled.

The man on his knees then stood up and both men walked over towards us. Standing above me they both started stroking their cocks above my back - clearly hoping to shoot their seed onto my naked body as I gave them the live porn show of their lives.

Giovanni then slapped my ass hard and pulled his fingers out of my hole.

With one brutal thrust he grabbed my bottom and shoved his dick balls deep into me. I moaned with a deep primal pleasure as I accepted his cock deep inside me.

The two strangers then started hitting my back with their erect cocks. I gloried in being the center of all of this male attention. I was their slutty tourist boy and I loved it.

It was then that I heard the two strangers moan and felt their thick loads land on my back and neck. As they continued to cum I felt some of their wetness land in my hair.

The primal ejaculations of the new men seemed to set Marco off and he grabbed the back of my head as I felt his cock pulse deep down my throat. Soon I was rewarded with ropes of his cum blasting into my mouth as he screamed, "Take it!" Take it! Take it!"

Marco pulled out of my mouth and while still cumming rubbed his cock over the top of my lips, painting a semen mustache on my face.

As Marco pulled out of me, Giovanni started increasing the pace of his strokes, claiming my body with his long cock.

His dick seemed to hit places inside me that had not been touched in years. I had forgotten how good a long rod could feel in my trembling bottom.

Giovanni started muttering phrases in Italian. I did not speak the language, but I didn't need to in order to understand that he was enjoying making love to my tight ass.

I bucked with every thrust and he leaned over to me and started planting love bites over my neck. One of his hands reached around and started stroking my dick while he continued to plow into me.

Marco then bent down and started kissing me, while Giovanni started fucking me master and faster. His rough hand felt so good as it gripped and stroked my meat.

I screamed when I came - almost seeing stars while reveling in my own natural sluttiness.

This seemed to set Giovanni off. I felt him grab my ass and with one final thrust I felt his balls empty into my ass.

While his cock bathed my bowels in cum, I started to hear applause. I looked around and noticed that an audience, including the two gay girls had gathered around.

As they celebrated my first French fuck, I collapsed to the ground, delighted to be on tour once more.

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