For the first four days it had been nonstop city tours and museum trips, tourist attractions and local restaurants, but for the last two days it was “free time.” There were strict rules, obviously for a group of 17 and 18 year olds in a foreign country, but they mostly boiled down to stay at the hotel or go out with a chaperone. A lot of kids went out in groups with one of the parents tagging along. A few of us, on the other hand, enjoyed the down time after a week of hustle.
I was already 18, so I could legally drink in France. So, I went to the hotel bar. Well, one of them. The top three floors of the hotel were three separate restaurants. There was also a bar a few doors down and another across the street. But, I decided to stay close, and went to the top floor.
It was deserted, which was understandable for a Tuesday night when the majority of the hotel is full of three different high schools worth of teenagers. It must've been hell for the employees.
I found a stool at the bar and sat down, glancing around the room. It was located at the corner of the building, so two of the walls were giant windows overlooking Paris at sunset.
“Bonjour?”
The voice made me jump. I turned and saw a handsome youth standing behind the bar. He blinked at me with wide hazel eyes. He had wavy chestnut hair and a lean body, hidden behind the work uniform.
“Bonjour. Un rum etc cola, s'il vous plait.” I didn't know French, I took Spanish in high school. But, after five days, you catch on to a few things. And, I'd been practicing my order in the elevator ride up.
“D'accord. J'arrive tout de suite, monsieur.” I had no clue what he meant, but he went to get my drink so I figured it had worked.
He returned, placed down my rum and coke in an expensive looking glass with a fancy lime garnish, then was immediately called away by a coworker. “Javi! Ramène tes fesses juteuses par ici!”
So, his name was Javi.
I took a long sip and found that Javi made a strong drink. Smiling, I turned around again and continued to watch the city below.
“Un autre verre, monsieur?” The question shook me back to reality. I must've been more tired than I realized. I turned back around and found Javi there, gesturing at the glass I had drained at some point.
I blinked at him, then put two and two together. “Oui. Merci.”
As Javi made my second drink, I sighed. It was tough not knowing the home language.
“D'où venez-vous?” The bartender asked as he put my drink down. I silently thanked my friend Ash for teaching me this phrase.
“America. California.” I immediately heard my accent bleed out with the words and tried not to cringe.
“Oh? So, English?” Javi asked. Despite my own discomfort at my voice's tones, Javi's eyes lit up.
I smiled, took my glass and took a sip. “Oui. English.”
Javi chuckled. “I'm Javi.” He said, his own accent heavy as he spoke my language. “What is your name?”
“I'm Dane.” I extended a hand for a shake. He took it with surprising firmness. Our eyes met and I saw an undeniable desire behind his gaze. “D'où venez-vous, Javi?”
He gave a small chuckle and leaned back on a counter. “I'm Parisian. Your French is very good.”
I gave a snort of laughter. “Merci. But, it's not. I only know this much from this trip. Your English is very good.”
“Merci.” Javi said, with a coy look in his eyes. “I work in a hotel bar, so you quickly catch on. “Un autre verre, Dane?”
Maybe it was the alcohol or hearing him say my name in his heavy accent, but either way, I felt a warm ache in my crotch. I smiled at Javi. For a moment, there was nothing but us silently eating each other up with our eyes. “Oui. Un de plus, s'il vous plait.”
Javi beamed. He seemed to enjoy the little bit of bastard French that I knew. He nodded and went to refill my glass, and I started to imagine what the rest of my evening could look like.
Leaning forward slightly, I could get a good look at Javi behind the bar. His black slacks were tight, holding his athletic legs and his jaw dropper of an ass. It made the pants look even tighter. In contrast, the simple button down shirt he wore was slightly bagging, keeping his torso a mystery. I like mysteries.
“Un rum et cola, monsieur.”
“Merci beaucoup.” I gave a friendly smile, but Javi's returning expression was way beyond friend. He was hungry, and I was on his plate. “When are you off work, Javi?”
He checked his watch, but it seemed like an act as he quickly responded. “Ten minutes.”
It was my turn to beam. “I'd better finish this quickly.” I said, raising my drink and taking a long sip.
When I put my glass down again, Javi leaned in, so I did too. “What room are you in?” He asked, the growl of his accent making my groin buzz.
“Un deux trois quatre.” I asked, in a sing-song voice, tempted to kiss him right there. But resisting. He was on the clock after all.
Javi straightened up and grabbed a rag from the counter. “I'll see you there.”
My heart raced.
By now I'd had my fair share of sexual experiences, but I’d never been with a sexy French bartender who looked ready to jump my bones as soon as we were alone.
I paid my tab and made my way back to my room, Javi telling me he'd be there in 10 minutes. But once inside room 1234 I had nothing to do but pace and wait for this dream boat to arrive.
After 11 minutes, I started to worry he was just buttering me up for a bigger tip. But, at minute 12, there was a gentle trio of knocks at my door.
Javi had changed in blue jeans and a yellow tee shirt, which looked amazing on him, despite the simplicity. I was still dressed, wearing a contrast of khaki pants and a navy polo shirt. Javi looked me up and down and smiled. “Bonjour.”
“Bonjour beau homme.” I offered back, getting a giggle from the boy as he stepped into my hotel room. I had lucked out, mostly due to favoritism by one of my teachers, and had received the only single room out of the students. There were an odd number of us, so everyone else had to share with a roommate. But I had the whole place to myself. “Would you like a drink?”
The bartender raised a brow, still wearing his boyish smile. “No, merci. I think we should skip to the fun part.”
His hands found my chest, pushing me against the wall. Our faces drew close, only centimeters apart as our breathing became more heated. His fingers kneaded my muscles and felt over my arms and shoulders, as my hands went to his neck and the back of his head. I looked into his eyes, there was a moment of pause, then he kissed me.
Our kiss was hot and passionate, quickly deepening to a make out, both of us panting against the other’s lips and our hands becoming more adventurous. Our shirts were stripped and tossed aside, our pants were opened and pushed down. He slid a hand into my boxers, grasping my bare cock and starting to stroke the growing length. My hands went to his ass, finding it just as perky and round as it had looked behind the bar.
“C'est gros.” He sighed, pulling my meat free, stroking it to full hardness. I pushed his briefs down and smacked his bare cheeks, then groped and spread them wide. He gasped then buried his face in my neck, kissing and nibbling the flesh while we teased each other's lower bodies. I reached for his crack and hole, teasing a digit against the tight rim and finding him eager and experienced, as my finger slipped into him. “Ah!”
Slowly pulling my finger in and out, I kissed Javi's forehead then looked into his eyes again. “Does it hurt?”
He blinked, smiling lewdly. “Not at all, monsieur.” His words were soft and intimate. Then, he gasped out hotly again, as my second finger joined the first, stretching his tight rim.
We were kissing again, then he was kissing my neck again. I panted and throbbed in his hand as he kept stroking my shaft and occasionally focusing on and teasing my tip, which was starting to leak precum.
Javi's kisses move down my neck to my bare chest, pausing at my nipples to suck and nibble them, before he sank fully to his knees in front of me. He cupped his cheek and smiled down at him, then bent to kiss him again. When I straightened up again, Javi took my cock into his mouth, sucking and swallowing it with eager enthusiasm.
“Ah, fuck…” I sighed, my head rolling back against the wall. My hand roamed his head, messing up his hair before gently combing it back into place. “That feels so good, baby.”
“Yeah? You like?” His voice came out from around my tip, his tongue and lips focusing on my swollen cockhead as he looked up at me.
I smiled down in return, before guiding him to bob along my length again. “I love it, Javi.”
When I said his name, he gave a muffled whimper around my meat. Then he doubled his effort, fucking his face against and moaning around my cock. I moaned out, eyes rolling back and closing as he kept sucking me. And for a moment, I wanted it to never end.
“Lay back, Dane.” The bartender said, gesturing towards the bed and kissing my cocktip. I smiled and nodded, bent to kiss him once more, then moved into position.
We were both nude as I laid back on the edge of the bed, knees spread wide as Javi slid to his knees again, licking up my length and over my balls, working to service every inch of my throbbing manhood. He would suck my balls and stroke my cock, then switch to swallowing my cock and tugging my aching balls. I just laid there, moaning and panting. “You're amazing, baby. Tres bien.”
“Merci beaucoup.” He responded, kissing my tip, then standing up.
I looked and saw his bare nudity for the first time. Javi was indeed athletic, his body trimmed and defined with a sizable uncut cock along with a tight sac against his base. “Si beau.”
Javi giggled and slowly turned around. His bare ass made my jaw drop. It was big and heavy, round and bouncy. “Do you like my ass, monsieur?”
“I love it, Javi.” As he faced away, I stood up, slipping into the space behind him, sliding my arms around his torso, and slipping my slick hardness between his cheeks. Just grinding on his crack felt amazing. “I want to fuck it.”
“You want to fuck it?” He asked, a playful tone in his voice, looking back at me. Our faces were close as he ground back against me, our bodies rolling together as we stood at the foot of the bed. I looked into his eyes and nodded slightly. “I would love that.”
We were kissing again, my hands grabbing his chest and teasing his nipples, then sliding down to find and stroke his hard cock and balls. This made Javi gasp into the kiss, pushing his ass back firmly against my crotch and forcing me to gasp too.
We chuckled together and continued to kiss and touch, before jumping right back into action. Javi bent over the small couch in the hotel room, one knee on the seat and one on the arm. And as he arched his back, his cheeks spread for me, exposing that hungry pink hole as well as the balls and cock between his legs. Once again, my jaw dropped and cock throbbed.
I was kneeling behind him before I realized I was moving. My hands smacked both cheeks, then slid down to rub the backs of his thighs. And as his gasp escaped his lips, I moved in and placed mine against his hole. “Oh, Dane!”
His position was perfect for rimming. I tongue fucked his hole, teasing it's inner walls and stretching it slightly as his moans filled the air. My hands rubbed his legs and cheeks, then stroked his cock and balls. At one point, I pulled his aching length back between his legs and licked up from his tip, up the underside of his shaft and balls, then along his taint and back into his hole.
Javi shuddered and moaned out, arching his back harder then reaching back to spank himself. I took over, as I rimmed his hole, spanking and shaking his meaty cheeks against my face, before pulling back and spitting onto his twitching hole.
“I want you to fuck me.” He says, tone submissive and needy. I continued to savor his moans as I ate him out, then moved to stand up.
I slapped my hard meat against his hole and cheeks, the sound of it filling the air before I grabbed my own cock base and ground my tip firmly against his wet rim. Then the sounds of his soft whimpering filled the air. “You want me to fuck you?”
Chuckling, Javi looked back at me. “Je veux que vous me baisiez fort, monsieur. Baise mon cul juteux et jouis au fond de moi! Je veux que- aahhhhh putain.”
I wasn't sure what he was saying, but I guessed correctly as I pushed into him, fat cockhead stretching out his eager but tight rim, and making Javi moan out and whine. “Yeessss~!” He let out further as I kept sinking deeper and deeper. He was very experienced, or just ever eager. Either way, his hole swallowed me all the way to the base, until I was throbbing fully inside while my balls tensed against his hole.
“Your hole is so tight. C'est tres beau with my cock inside it.” I said, rolling my hips and starting the long, slow thrusting that both of us were craving. And as I pumped in and out, pushing and tugging his hole, I watched Javi throw his head back in pleasure.
He started to push back, our bodies clapping together firmly. We immediately found the rhythm, fucking full and steady and making the couch rock under us. “Tres bien! Tres bien!”
His moans and whimpers came out high and weak, as I slammed hard and deep, then slammed in and held there. His gasp of pleasure pulsed through me as I laid down on top of him, hands sliding up his sides then around to his front, grabbing his chest and growling into his ear. “Do you like it? Aimez-vous?”
“Oui~.” He breathed, before I started to fuck again, remaining close and on his back, bucking my hips fast and deep. “Oui!”
“Feel good? Sentir bien?”
“Oui! Oui!” As his moans kept coming, I felt my orgasm coming in. But, I didn't want to stop.
Despite his reluctant groans, I pulled out. I stood behind him, breathing hard and throbbing as I looked down at the hole I'd just pounded and opened. I gave his cheek a firm smack, then squatted down to rim his hole again.
“Ah, fuck Dane…” He sighed, his accent heavy. If I didn't know better, I'd say he would laying it on thick for me.
So I did the same for him. “Do you like my cock in your ass, baby?”
“Oui, monsieur.”
“Do you want more?”
“Oui, monsieur!”
I pulled back, spat on his hole, then stood and cockslapped his rim again. “Do you want me to cum inside you?”
“Oui, Dane!” I laid on his back again, my cock lined up with his hole. And as my hands slid around to hug him from behind, I pushed forward and smoothly sank back inside and back into rhythm. “Oui! Oh, oui!”
Panting and growling against Javi's neck, I felt myself growing to climax quickly again. But this time there was no holding back. My hands grasped Javi's shoulders from underneath, using the leverage to bury myself even deeper and harder with each thrust. “Fuck. I'm close.”
My grunts were overshadowed by the bartender's moans and whimpers. But when I announced my closeness, he looked back at me, our faces close. “Cum in me, monsieur. Cum in me, Dane.”
With one last powerful thrust and an associated moan, I slammed in deep and started to flood Javi's passage. The boy moaned too, his chest and face collapsing onto the back of the couch, but his ass remaining high. I continued to thrust with every few blasts of seed, before holding deep as my orgasm slowed to an end. “Fuck, Javi. That was amazing.”
“Tu es incroyable aussi, Dane.”
We were panting and chuckling. I kissed over his neck and cheek, before straightening up and slowly easing myself out of him.
Javi and I took a shower, kissing and touching as we cleaned. Javi's cock was not only hard the entire time but was so achingly hard that I had to stop teasing it after a few minutes. “Arret. Arr- stop. Stop, I'll cum.”
I was tempted to milk him dry right there in the shower, kissing his neck and stroking him as he whimpered and whined. But, I listened and stopped.
But, by the time we were drying off, I was hard again, and ready for more.
“You're a very horny guy, Dane.” Javi says, sitting on the couch I'd just bred him on, towel around his waist as he smiled at me.
I leaned sideways against the table, also dressed in just a towel. “Thank you, Javi. Do you do… this often?”
He chuckled. “I'm a bartender at a hotel. Yes, I do this often.” A weird mix of arousal and concern filled my guts, and Javi noticed my face shift. “Do not worry, Dane. I go to the doctor often and I'm pretty good at picking clean, nice guys, like you.”
That did make me feel better, but the ache of arousal lingered, and my bulging hardon twitched with need. “Are they always American, like me?”
This made Javi chuckle again. “Not always, but I do have a type.” He admits, winking at me.
Javi stood up and walked close, grabbing my hard bulge and leaning in so our faces were close. I sighed as he kneaded my arousal, before we were kissing again.
Unlike the last time, which had been full of lust and desire and primal need, this kiss was slow, soft, and passionate. It lingered before developing into a more intimate make out, but even then it was slow. My hand moved to Javi's waist, pulling him closer. But, just as I did, he broke the kiss and spun out of my grasp.
I raised a brow but he gave no answer. Instead just going to his discarded jeans and going into the pockets, pulling out his phone as well as a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Do you smoke?”
I shook my head. “I don't. But feel free.” I explained, gesturing with my head towards the balcony.
A few minutes later, we were dressed in our boxers and briefs as well as two of my hoodies, standing on the balcony. Javi leaned back on the railing, smoking and scrolling through his phone. I leaned over the rail, examining the city. It was very late now, but, like other cities I'd been to, Paris never slept.
“When do you leave?” Javi asked, drawing my attention back.
I straightened and turned around, leaning back and standing with him. “Tomorrow night at 10 we head back to the Charles de Gaulle.”
“Then you'll be gone.” There was a sadness in the bartender's voice.
I turned and stepped in front of him, grasping his hips. Javi took one last drag of his cig, blew the smoke to the side, then tossed the butt onto the balcony. “Do you work tomorrow?”
“I clock off at cinq tomorrow.”
“Are you doing anything after that?”
Javi just smiled and shook his head slowly. I kissed him again.
“Can I bring a friend?” I was kissing his neck when the question made me pause. “If not, it's okay.”
“No. No. I mean, yes. Oui. Bring your friend. They are friends… like us?”
The bartender nodded and kissed my lips again.
We found ourselves back in the hotel room, hoodies stripped away and our tented underwear left on the balcony. He pushed me onto the bed, grunting as I fell back, before smirking and shuffling back to lay on the pillows.
Javi climbed onto the bed with me, straddling my waist and kissing me deeply again. Our cocks ground together as we moaned into the make out. My hands found and spanked Javi's ass, his hands held my head. He leaned closer, our bodies pressed together, before he rolled his hips forward, reached back, and angled my cock back into his hole.
“Ah-!” We both let out, as my tip pushed inside of him. And as he sank slowly deeper and deeper towards my cock base, we both moaned out together, before chuckling against each other's lips.
Javi ground his hips at my base as we kissed. My hands roamed his sides and back then down to his big ass, idly kneading the two meaty globes. His hands held my waist for support, before he broke the kiss and straightened up. “Does it feel good, monsieur?”
“Fuck yeah, baby.” I said, going to adjust so I could fuck, but my body tensed and squirmed, as Javi clenched his hole on my meat and rode it long and deep. “Oh fuck baby…” my body almost went limp from the intensity of Javi's passage’s grip and the slow, milking strokes it was giving me.
“Yeah, you like that?” He leaned back, hands on my thighs as he started to ride faster, his cock slapping my belly each time he slammed down. “You like my hole?”
I groaned and gripped the sheets. “Fuck yes, Javi!” My eyes and head rolled back into the pillow without me realizing. When I looked up, Javi's face was twisted with a devious lust that made my balls ache with need for release already. Javi sank to my base and ground in small circles, then pulled up and did the same on my tip. I was shuddering, but I wasn't someone to be outdone.
My hands grasped the French boy's hips, suddenly slamming him down to my base and holding there. He gasped then chuckled as we looked into each other's eyes. He leaned down to kiss me, our make out once again lusty and hot. I moved my hands to his ass, gripping it firmly as I shifted my feet onto the bed. Javi groaned into the kiss from the shifting meat inside of him and I chuckled.
“Sentir bien?” I asked, our voices soft as we panted together.
“Tres bien, Dane.” Javi said with a giggle, before our make out resumed, only for Javi to break the kiss as he moaned out as I started to fuck him. “Oh oui! Oui!”
I fucked up into him, pounding his eager hole, my heavy balls slapping up against him as I bucked my hips. My hands moved to Javi's lower back and head, keeping our bodies close.
“Fuck yeah, Javi. Your ass feels so fucking good.” I said, as the boy’s eyes rolled as he panted hard and hot. “I wish I could fuck you all night. You're so-”
But Javi cut my words off by kissing me again. I chuckled into the kiss, then grunted and rolled us over. The kiss broke as Javi gasped, finding himself on his back, legs spread wide, and me straightening up to properly pound down into him.
“Oh fuck Dane!” He threw his head back into the pillows, as I pinned his shoulders down and banged him deep and hard. “Don't stop. Don't stop!”
I grabbed the backs of his knees, lifting his ass higher, my thighs and balls loudly slapping his body, and getting faster. I shook sweat from my hair then leaned to kiss him again. And as my lips collided with the moaning boy's mouth, I felt his entire body tense and clenched, his hole squeezing my cock.
Javi moaned into the kiss as he came onto himself, as I kept fucking and kissing and holding him close under me. And a few heart beats later, his milking hole pushed me over the edge too. I roared a muffled moan into his lips, Javi's hands holding my head and keeping our kiss deep as I bred him again.
I lost track of time.
“Cinq heures, oui?” Javi confirmed, a half hour later after a second shower, another bout of kissing, and exchanged social media's. By now, it was around 1am.
“Oui.” I said, with a smile that still hadn't gone away. “You, me, and your friend…?”
“His name is Gian.” Javi said, leaning back on the hotel room's door. “He used to work here with me and would fuck me in the bar after closing hours.”
“That's hot.” I said, bluntly, pushing Javi against the door and kissing him hard, before stepping back and going to open it. As I did, Javi slid a hand onto my waist and leaned close to my ear.
“He's always said he wants to get fucked while he fucks me.”
And with those lewd parting words, Javi winked and vanished down the hall. The closed the door and I collapsed onto the couch I'd fucked Javi on, my cock hard again just from the kiss and teasing. And shortly after, as I was lying down to sleep, I realized a grave error I had made.
“He took my fucking hoodie.”
