1. European Adventure


    Date: 5/30/2017, Categories: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Teen, Gay, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Author: raider187, Source: sexstories.com

    the South to operate a real estate office. He was about 5’11” and was completely hairless, obviously from shaving. His chest, legs, and arms seemed so soft. There has always been something about older men who are hairless, I don’t know what it is but it always gets me going. In his speedo rested a bulge of moderate proportions and his hair was pushed to the side, slightly greying. He rested with his legs out crossed in front of him and his two arms behind him, supporting him upright. His skin fell around his defined muscles. He was slim with definition. I shifted my gaze and crossed my legs as I was getting hard looking at him. He laid back and put his arms behind his head. I watched as his chest rose and fell. At this point I needed to get up or else I would have reached out and touched him right there. I got up and went into the water, watching my step as the stones on the beach slid under my every step into the water. Once in I waded around, going under every so often and coming back up. The water was calm and the day beautiful. “C’est beau, non?” I heard my French friend asked. I quickly spun around, frightened as I had not heard him swim up next to me. “Oui” I replied. We stayed there talking, treading water, about 200 feet from the beach. He briefly went under water and I felt his head ram my stomach. His head slid up my stomach and came out of the water right at my right shoulder. He looked at me, his nose touching mine. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were so close” he ...
    explained in French as he continued to tread, not moving, our legs grazing each others while we kept ourselves afloat. He didn’t move. My breath escaped me; I felt the blood rush to my cock as I stayed there with his hairless chest against mine. His hand grasped my cock and I let out a brief sigh. He smiled devilishly and breathed onto the nape of my neck. I shuddered. I felt his cock grow against my thigh, straining against the material of his speedo. There was something so erotic about this, how seemingly public but private it was all in the same instance. He then briefly removed his hand from my cock and then I gasped as he went inside my board shorts, grasping my cock. The feeling of his bare skin on my flesh mixed with the slight chill of the water was sublime. We stayed like this, treading and holding each other’s cocks for a couple of minutes. He then exclaimed that we should swim back. I was disappointed, but then thought how unrealistic it was to get anything done while in the water. We walked to our towels, erections fully visible, and sat down. I began to towel off and had but my shirt and shoes back on. I was telling him goodbye and telling him it was nice to meet him when he started to laugh. “Americans don’t know how to ask for what they want” he said in broken English, followed by an invitation to his home. I gladly obliged. We crossed the street from the main promenade and entered Old Nice. We then crossed a square, a couple of narrow alleyways, and climbed a ...