“So I see,” Laurent said, making no effort to hide the fact that he was looking directly at his client’s priapic display.
“But you’re getting hard, too, aren’t you?” Gaston pointed out.
“Yeah. Must be a side effect of the wine,” Laurent quipped. “It’s going straight to my head. To my heads, rather. Both of them!”
Gaston giggled. He, too, was checking out his companion’s crotch. He watched as the bulge in Laurent’s tailored linen slacks grew visibly larger. Laurent’s cock was stiffening, and it was poking its head down inside one of his pants legs. The escort’s photos, on his website, had included shots which showed him not only nude, but fully and proudly erect. Now, Gaston had evidence that those images hadn’t been photoshopped or otherwise enhanced. Laurent was the real thing—a truly well-hung stud! And Gaston was a sensual, self-indulgent man who was ready and willing to pay for his pleasures, to treat himself to the best. He always insisted that the escorts he hired be not only good-looking and companionable, but exceptionally big-dicked. He preferred phallic freaks!
His hand slid upward, from Laurent’s knee along his thigh, toward his groin. His fingertips just nudged the bulge which the escort’s genitals made inside the crotch of his trousers.
“Maybe,” Gaston suggested, in a whisper, “you’d better take that thing out and give it some air. It might suffocate!”
“Yes, maybe I’d better,” Laurent agreed.
But then Laurent couldn’t say anything further, because his lips were now covered by his john’s soft, sensual, demanding mouth. It was quite an impassioned kiss, as though the two of them were long-term lovers, not just an escort servicing a client. Laurent preferred it that way. Whenever a customer was halfway decent, he didn’t like the sex to be businesslike, brusque, and impersonal. There was no reason why, just because some money had already changed hands, these transactions couldn’t be warm and personal, and pleasurable for both parties.
Warmly, enthusiastically, Laurent returned the wine-flavored kiss.
Gaston’s hand cupped itself possessively around the thick bulge of Laurent’s fabric-covered cock. His fingers expertly explored the hidden treasure, gauging its size and potency. He felt a surge of delight rush through his body. The escort’s prick was enormous. Those nude photos on his website not only hadn’t been photoshopped—if anything, they didn’t do the stud justice! Just touching the massive male organ through Laurent’s trousers and undershorts made Gaston feel as though he was on the verge of ejaculating. He speculated, lewdly, about how it would feel to take that phallic monster in his mouth and down his throat, and up his ass. He stifled a groan of anticipation. He knew he wouldn’t have to content himself with mere speculation. Laurent was bought and paid for, there to service him, in any way Gaston chose.
“We both have too many clothes on,” Gaston complained.
“Yes—” Laurent agreed.
“We’d better strip down, before we die from heatstroke,” Gaston joked.
“Can’t risk that.”
Quickly, both men undressed—a quick process for Gaston, as he shrugged off his robe, and a slightly slower one for Laurent, who had more clothes to remove. In fact, with the air conditioning on full blast, the hotel room was on the chilly side, and Laurent repressed a shiver when he felt gooseflesh prickling his exposed skin.
Gaston had what was needed to warm them up, though. Lying beside Laurent on the bed and pressing their nude bodies together, he wrapped his arms around Laurent and held him close. Their lips met again, in deep, searching kiss. Gaston’s tongue probed at Laurent’s closed mouth, which opened in welcome. The tip of Gaston’s tongue swept across the escort’s straight white teeth and slithered about, tickling the interior of his mouth, pushing against Laurent’s own tongue.
Opening his lips wide and pressing them against Gaston’s, Laurent swallowed and sucked on the man’s wildly writhing tongue, as though trying to capture and restrain it. The two naked men kissed furiously, rubbing their bodies restlessly together, each acutely aware of the tension in the other’s cock.
Finally, with a gasp, Gaston broke the kiss.
“You are so fucking hot,” he said.
“So are you,” Laurent replied.
“Lie back,” Gaston urged. “I want to suck your cock.”
“Go right ahead,” Laurent invited his john.
“Uh, not sure I can fit it all in my mouth—!” Gaston protested.
But he underestimated himself. His oral skill extended to taking all of the escort’s impressive endowment inside his mouth, and working on it with passionate conviction.
“That’s right, dude. Suck! Oh, suck!” Laurent gasped. “Yeah, suck my cock!”
Gaston took his time with the blow job, teasing Laurent, edging him, coaxing him repeatedly toward the brink of orgasm, only to ease off and reduce the tormenting pressure and friction of his lips. When he sensed that Laurent was perilously close to coming, Gaston stopped sucking altogether.
“Fuck me,” Gaston urged, gasping for breath.
“Sure,” an equally aroused and breathless Laurent agreed.
“Not here. In the shower.”
Without asking any questions, Laurent followed Gaston into the hotel room’s bathroom.
It was a large, luxurious bathroom, noteworthy above all for the exceptionally spacious shower stall. The walls and floor of the stall were covered with blue-and-white tiles, each of which depicted, set within a medallion, either a dragonfly with spread wings, or a lotus flower with open petals. There were no fewer than six spray nozzles, each with its own set of controls, protruding from the walls, positioned so that when all six of them were engaged, the bather’s body would be hit simultaneously from head to foot, from a variety of angles.
“I enjoy a wet fuck,” Gaston remarked, as he turned on the multiple spray heads and adjusted their force and temperature to his satisfaction. “My wet body rubbing against another guy’s—in a swimming pool, a hot tub, or in the sea. That’s sexy. This’ll do just fine, though, too. Come on, join me,” he invited Laurent, who stepped into the roomy stall beside him. Gaston slid the glass door closed.
“Ah, you really have a beautiful body,” Gaston murmured. Facing Laurent, he caressed him with both hands, while the shower soaked both men in warm water. “And your cock—!” The cock in question was once again fully hard, ready to be put back to work. Laurent’s big, heavy balls swung freely below his erection, slapping against the insides of his sleekly muscular thighs, as he allowed Gaston’s wet hands to fondle him. Gaston grasped and rubbed the cock which he’d just admired. “Do you think you can keep this thing as hard as it is now?” he inquired, eagerly.
“Oh, yes,” Laurent assured his john, with a professional’s nonchalance. “Especially with your hand working on me like this. You’re quite inspirational.”
“I’d like some anal, now, please,” Gaston said, almost meekly, looking and sounding like a diner ordering a food item from a menu.
“That’s one of my specialties.”
“I remember reading that it is, on your website. And God knows you’ve got the right equipment for it! I like being reamed out by a really big cock,” Gaston admitted, heatedly.
Laurent smiled. “What gay man doesn’t?”
“I don’t know about that. I’m sure you’ve had clients who are into only oral?”
“True. They don’t know what they’re missing.”
“Well, I don’t intend to miss out on anything, tonight!” Gaston shut off the showerheads. Water dripped down both men’s bodies. Then, turning his back to Laurent, Gaston brazenly pushed his behind back into Laurent’s groin, so that the escort’s hard-on jabbed at his buttocks and skated over them. “Give it to me. Don’t hold back. Take my ass and use it. Give me a good, hard fucking.”
“Don’t you want any lube?” Laurent asked. “We can use the soap.”
“No. Not necessary. I like it rough, with plenty of friction. And I’m good and relaxed after all that
drinking, so you shouldn’t have any trouble sliding right into my hole,” Gaston promised, excitedly. He bent over and presented his backside to Laurent, offering his enticing asshole to the other man. “I’m ready,” he gasped. “Get in there, whenever you’re ready, too. Fuck me!”
Laurent’s cock twitched and pulsed with wanton anticipation at the sight of the waiting pucker. The other guy’s butt cheeks were firmly muscled, split by a deep narrow cleft, in the middle of which the deceptively tiny and delicate-looking anal opening was surrounded by fine hairs. While Laurent admired the fuckhole, it flexed, as though winking at him seductively and urging him to take possession of it.
He moved in closer behind Gaston and pressed the blunt tip of his raging prick against the sphincter. Then he pushed forward, gently at first. His bulbous cockhead slipped easily inside the moist, soft hole, readily accepted by Gaston’s obviously experienced anal defenses, which instantly let down their guard and welcomed the phallic invader. Encouraged, Laurent pressed forward more forcefully, and suddenly his entire shaft was sunk inside Gaston’s anus and his big balls nudged up against Gaston’s perineum muscle and his own dangling scrotum. Reaching around the other guy’s body, Laurent took his massive cock in his hand, which he closed around it in a firm fist. His thumb stroked Gaston’s glans and piss slit.
In response, Gaston tightened his anal muscles, clamping them down around the shaft of Laurent’s throbbing cock, eliciting a groan of delight from the other man when he felt the constriction. Already stiff, his dick hardened even more, as though Gaston’s ass was a fleshy cock ring keeping the blood trapped inside his penis. Laurent could feel the knob of his prick swell in response to the pressure, keeping him securely lodged inside that smoldering manhole.
“Oh, yeah, that feels good,” Gaston moaned. “Even better than I expected!”
“Glad you like it.”
“I think I’m going to love it! Go on. Fuck the shit out of me now. Oh, baby, give me a good hard ass loving.”
Gaston braced himself by pressing the palms of his hands against the tiled wall in front of him. Grasping hold of Gaston’s hips to steady him against the impact of his thrusts, Laurent began to hump him, slowly at first, but soon with quickening jabs. Gaston had such a hot ass, and it was working itself so efficiently all around his embedded penis, that Laurent suspected he wouldn’t be able to last long before he spewed out his hot load all the way up the other young man’s writhing guts. His fist pumped away nonstop on Gaston’s huge cock, jacking him off in sync to his fucking, enjoying playing with the potent fuck tool almost as much as he was getting off on fucking its owner’s ass. With the fingers of his other hand, he explored down between their interlocked bodies, fondling and squeezing Gaston’s bulky ball sac, wringing whimpers of pleasure from his lips.
“Fucked by a big dick!” Gaston exulted. “God, just what I want! You’re so big. So hard. You’re such a good, rough fuck!”
“Am I doing it the way you like?”
“Stud, you’re doing it exactly the way I like! Don’t stop. Oh, wreck my ass! Pound my hole. Can’t get enough. Screw me, motherfucker, screw me!”
“I’m sorry. I may have to come if we keep this up,” Laurent warned, apologetically.
“Do it! Hell, yeah! Come in my ass!” Gaston begged.
Reassured, Laurent continued the anal pounding.
Abruptly, he felt himself going over the edge. His relentless in-and-out banging of Gaston’s butt had its inevitable effect, and he found himself pouring out a hot, wet floodtide of semen far up into the other guy’s fiercely gripping bowel. He went on shooting, repeatedly, until he was totally drained of his cum. Then he slumped against Gaston’s broad back, spent, but he continued to pump his still-agitated prick back and forth inside that immensely stimulating anus.
“Don’t take it out yet,” Gaston urged.
“Not sure I can come again. Not so soon, anyway.”
“I don’t want you to come. I just like the way your cock feels in there! And—I’ve got something else in mind, for us to do.”
“What?”
“Piss in my ass,” Gaston demanded, in a voice which was taut and husky with desire.
“Really?” Laurent asked.
“You bet. I love the way a hot load of piss feels in there, rinsing out my hole. Ever done it before?”
“Actually, no.”
“Want to give it a try?”
“Sure. But is it even possible? I mean—I can’t usually piss when I’m hard. And that ass of yours is definitely keeping me hard.”
“Wait. Take your time. Give me a chance to loosen up around you, and give yourself a chance to go a little soft and relax your bladder. Unload whenever you’re ready. But do it inside me.”
Breathing hard, the two men remained locked together, cock in ass. Laurent found it difficult to resist his impulse to thrust, to get the fucking going again. But he assumed it required a similar exercise of will power on Gaston’s part, to prevent him from obeying his instinct to squeeze down around and massage the cock in his ass.
For a minute or so, Laurent thought he simply couldn’t do it, that it was impossible for him to urinate unless his dick went completely soft—in which case, his flaccid penis would probably slip out of Gaston’s hole. Laurent was about to suggest a compromise, that he piss on Gaston’s butt instead of inside it, when he suddenly became aware of a familiar gear-shifting sensation deep within his body. Forcing himself to relax and to take his mind off sex for a moment, he felt his penis tingle and his piss begin to flow.
“Here it comes,” he warned Gaston. “You asked for this, and you’re going to get it. Too late to back out now.”
“Who said anything about backing out? I want it. Go ahead. Fill me with your piss—!”
The words were scarcely out of Gaston’s mouth before the flow began in earnest, and suddenly Laurent was flooding Gaston’s anus with his hot urine.
“Aw, fuck, yeah,” Gaston gloated, when he felt the liquid rushing into him. “You have no idea how hot this feels!” His cock, still rigid and still clasped lightly in Laurent’s fist, jerked and pulsed, and, instinctively, Laurent closed his hand more snugly around the penis and stroked it. Gaston’s erection seemed to swell to even longer and thicker proportions before it jettisoned its load of cum, splattering wads of semen all over the tiles of the shower stall’s wall. “That’s right, pump me dry,” Gaston urged Laurent. “Come—make me come, make me give up my jizz! And piss! Piss in my hole! Fill it. Flush it out.”
Obligingly, Laurent worked Gaston’s cock, until he was sure the guy had no more sperm to give. Meanwhile, he was still urinating inside the other man’s ass, although his jet of piss had slowed to a trickle.
“Okay, you can pull it out of me, now,” Gaston instructed him, when he sensed that the flow of urine had ceased.
Laurent withdrew.
“Watch this,” Gaston invited him. Squatting down a bit, Gaston relaxed his anus. A stream of piss shot free from his sphincter opening and splashed down onto the floor tiles of the stall, running into the drain.
“Wow,” Laurent commented. “I’ve never seen anything like that!”
Gaston turned on the shower again, and this time they scrubbed themselves with the soap, under a downpour of hot water.
“Coming seems to have sobered me up a little,” Gaston remarked, with a laugh, while he and Laurent toweled themselves dry on the hotel’s large, luxurious bath towels. “Unfortunately! Sit down and relax, while I get something I want to give you. Pour us another drink, will you? There’s no need for you to rush off. Have one for the road.”
“Thanks, I will.”
With the towel wrapped around his waist, Laurent went into the main room and seated himself in one of the chairs. He refilled both wineglasses. Emerging from the bathroom nude, Gaston slipped back into his bathrobe. He went over to a chest of drawers, slid open one of the drawers, and rummaged around inside it. Then, with a sheaf of banknotes in his hand, he joined Laure
nt.
“Here’s a little extra, for doing such a good job,” Gaston said.
Laurent took the money. “Thank you very much.”
“Oh, thank you. This was great. I’ll let you know the next time I’m going to come here. I definitely want to hire you again.”
“I’ll be available.”
“Meanwhile—a good friend of mine is coming here in a few weeks. I’ll tell him about you.”
“Please do.”
“His name’s Pedro. He’s a Brazilian. He spends a lot of time in Europe. Quite the cosmopolitan. Speaks not just his native Portuguese, but French, Spanish, and English, and a little German, too. He’s very wealthy. He’s an older man—not that I suppose that makes any difference to you?”
Laurent smiled. “Not at all.”
“Well, in this case it certainly shouldn’t, because Pedro is very good-looking, and very fit for his age—hell, for a man of any age. We’ve known each other, been fuck buddies, for years. I know he’ll like you.”
“Can’t wait to meet him.” Laurent had finished his wine. “I’d better get dressed,” he suggested.
“Yes,” Gaston said, with a sigh. “It seems a shame to cover up that body of yours with clothes. But I’m starting to get sleepy. Between this wine and you, I’m not going to have any trouble getting a good night’s sleep.”
After dressing, and giving Gaston a goodnight kiss, Laurent left the room, and the hotel.
He’d been careful not to match Gaston glass of wine for glass. Still, he’d consumed a fair amount of alcohol, before and after their intense sex.
The café he’d patronized earlier that evening was still open. He had another strong black coffee, nursing it, and finally he decided that he was sober enough to drive safely. Retrieving his car, he drove back to Nice. It was quite late, well past midnight, before he let himself into his apartment, undressed, and—gratefully—tumbled nude into his own bed. But long nights, and late hours, were part of the job.
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