My French lover (inspired upon My German lover)

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Some facts might be lightly changed to make it a more suitable story.

My name is Alex, I am 23 years old and I have somehow known I was homosexual from early although I didn’t realise what it meant to be a homosexual until I meet boy. I lost virginity quite early; I was only boy when I had my first experience with a boy my age.

This is the story of how I knew Marc, a French homosexual ex- steward working at Paris-Charles de Gaulle airport. He is fifteen years older than me, and a beast in bed. It was a chance encounter at the airport’s toilets that led to our friendship. I had to take a plane to Madrid at this airport when coming back home for the winter holidays.

I wasn’t meant to take a plane back to Madrid at this airport; I had a flight in February the 4th 2006 from Paris-Orly airport. My examinations had finished sooner than I had planned due to a weird placement for an examination I should have sit on Wednesday the 1st of February and I finally sit the previous Wednesday, so, my father decided to bring forward the trip back to Madrid, and I left in February the 1st taking the plane at Paris-Charles de Gaulle airport instead of Paris-Orly.

I had just arrived at the airport on the TGV (high-speed train) from Nantes and I went to look for my flight in the list of departures. It was more than 3 hours before the departure time, but the flight wasn’t anywhere to be found in the list. I knew there were 3 terminals and I was in T2. Because of the stress of the arrival at this new airport to me, I felt like going to the toilet to empty my bladder. After it I began to get hard and suddenly he appeared and chose the urinal next to mine.

He started to pee, as it happens normally, but he looked at me from time to time. When he had finished, he started to masturbate. I replaced my penis in my pants and zipped up and I entered a partition. He came after me and told me it was better to go somewhere else in the airport. He told me he wanted to make love to me. Let’s say he wanted to fuck me, but as most French do, he avoided the F word.

I followed him and we went to another toilet in an empty check-in hall with lots of partitions and urinals and absolutely no one in. We chose a partition, I closed the door and he unbuttoned and zipped down my trousers. My penis was already hard, but not his. I touched it but it didn’t get really hard.

After a little touching he decided to give me a blowjob, sucking my penis with his soft lips and kissing it. His breath was warm and his touch was tender. I was feeling in heaven. He appreciated the size of my penis

Suddenly, he got up, redressed himself and put back my dick in my pants. He said it wasn’t a reliable place to do what we were doing, that the security guards may pass by and caught us red-handed. He opened the door of the partition and we got out.

He told me he still had two flights to coordinate and how I could get to my terminal. He told me he would have probably finished an hour and a half before my flight’s taking off. I then marched to the shuttle bus leading to T3 and I checked-in for my flight. He appeared an hour later when I had finished my sandwich since it was dinner time. He gestured me to follow him and we went to one of the airport’s hotels, to the cafeteria, he offered me a coffee and I was so nervous that I didn’t have the time to tell him I hate coffee. Besides, it was black coffee, without milk, very hard to swallow.
Once we had finished, he told me to go to the hotel toilets and wait two minutes, he didn’t want us to go together since people could realise what we were planning to do.

He entered the toilets and we got into a partition. We undressed a bit and we continued the touching and sucking. I wanted to see his penis get hard, but he wouldn’t have an erection. He told me he was nervous because he could be recognised by one of his colleagues and nobody in the airport knew he was homosexual.

He went on sucking my penis and I finally cum, but I wasn’t totally satisfied. I wanted him to have an erection and cum too. He told me he wanted to make love to me and he was sad I had no time to do it. He was returning home and before he left, he gave me his phone number and told me to call him if I wanted to go further.

I was sad to have chosen Nantes for my Erasmus scholarship instead of Paris, but I though that, even if I had chosen Paris, it wasn’t guaranteed to find such a nice person. Once in the plane I decided to choose Charles de Gaulle airport next time I had to return to Madrid for spring holidays. I couldn’t see him when coming back from Madrid to go on with the second term, it was Orly airport and I hadn’t got too much time to lose.

When I was home in Madrid and it was time to buy the flying tickets, I chose Charles de Gaulle airport for the next return trip at the end of April, but before this date, I decided to date him in Paris, since it was just two hours from Nantes by TGV train.

What happened when I visited him in Paris will come soon.