Date: 5/30/2017, Categories: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Teen, Gay, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Author: raider187, Source: sexstories.com
I was growing restless. I had been in Europe for two months on my yearlong study abroad program and nothing had happened for me. All my nights going out and experiencing different bars, clubs and parties and not one guy had taken interest in me. My frustrations were mounting; the gay scene in Paris wasn’t like it was in the United States. Since my last two relationships, being involved with other guys had been easy. You would show an interest, talk, maybe date, or if you were lucky you would just go home with each other. Here it was different. All men traveled in packs more exclusive than the last. To be considered to talk to a guy or spend an evening with him you first had to meet the approval of his friends whose gazes grew more and more icy as you followed their perfectly combed heads around their table. If you were desperate enough, you could find a greasy guy holed up at a lone bar table eyeing every person around; he would be more than happy to take you home and use you as the body you are, not the person. I grew to admire this brittle French system that annoyed me so much, men being highly selective instead of easy; it generally meant they knew what they wanted and were not so flakey after they found it, a trend that men in the United States had yet to pick up on. I sat in my cramped studio apartment on a breezy day in early September pondering why it was so hard for me to get in with any social circles in this city. People had told me that it was just France, the ... culture is not so accepting to outsiders, regardless of nationality, but once you were in, they were the people you would want behind you when you were walking into battle. I began to think it was something else, that it was the city. The hectic day-to-day life and the cramped atmosphere made me feel as if it were difficult to fit in because I just could not relate. I decided to book a weekend getaway to Nice. Southern France; the land where the waters of the Mediterranean are crystal blue and the buildings different shades of yellow, red and orange. I could not think of a better way to spend a weekend away from the city; wandering through narrow alleyway streets, lounging on the beach, or drinking wine in an open square. When I finally got to Nice, the weather and atmosphere was just as I had expected, warm and fresh. The people were calmer; the streets less crowded, and there were more smiles in one café than I had seen in two months. I walked to the hostel with just my backpack and checked in. The young woman at the counter explained to me that I had a bunk in a six person mixed dorm, and that there was a room to get WiFi and mingle if I wanted. I went to the room, put my stuff away, and head down. The atmosphere of the hostel was incredibly genial. The people, a majority of whom were in their twenties, were huddled in circles that were obviously mixed in cultures and language. I walked to find a seat and was immediately invited into a circle of various people from Australia, ...