Gay Erotic Stories

I was a French major in school and had just finished my semester abroad in Lyons. I returned home via a flight from London which required me to catch a train from Paris. The train from Paris was like at 10:00 at night, so I spent my last day in France doing the tourist thing in Paris. I checked my bags at the station and ventured out into the city. Being December, it got dark early. I had just walked through the entrance of one of the many small parks scattered throughout the city. As I walked in, I passed a guy about my age and build as we was about to walk out of the park. Our mutual "gaydars" must have gone off loudly as we both did strong double-takes towards each other. The energy of those first connects is so intense and exciting. We both made our way to a heavily shrubbed area which outlined the edge of the park. The bushes were about 10-12 tall and several feet thick which made a nice private area for two young bucks. We embraced strongly and began kissing each other very passionately. Being winter, we each had on winter jackets. We unzipped our jackets and pulled our shirts up so that we could make bare stomach and lower chest to bare stomach and lower chest contact. We fumbled nervously at each others pants and zippers. Pulling out our cocks and pulling our pants and underwear down to just below our asses. Our half naked bodies ground against each other. The cold wind whipping in between our hot young bods was invigorating beyond words. Our hands rubbing and jerking each other off as we kissed and ground and fondled each other’s bare asses. We were soon interrupted somewhat by a dog being walked. The owner was on the other side of our bush fortress, peering in, wondering what he was seeing. Fortunately, he moved on. My partner, becoming a bit nervous asked me to follow him. We went deeper into the park and we came across a large enclosed tent. Much like one would see an artist use to show off his works or someone would have at an outdoor wedding. We both popped inside. The tent blocked the wind, so it was much warmer. It seemed safer than our previous spot, but still had a dangerous aspect which added to the excitement. My friend dropped immediately to his knees and took in my 7" cut member and began sucking it as though his life depended on it. Again , my hot moist dick hitting the cold night air was incredibly stimulating. Being torn between not wanting to end this and the fear of getting caught, I let myself cum at the first opportunity. My friend drank every drop and thanked me. He asked that I give him a hand job in reply, so I turned him around so that his back was to me and I came up behind him and grabbed his cock from behind. I stroked his boy while I nibbled on his ear and ran my hands up under his shirt, toying with his chest and nips. He came in a nice explosion that shot out across the floor. We both felt we had pushed this adventure as long as we dare, so we agreed that we would leave separately; I went first. As I came out, another dude was kind of loitering around in front of the entrance. I beat feet out of there, I had to get across town to get my train. I didn’t look back to see if the guy outside went into the tent and always wondered if he was watching or knew what was going on inside the tent. Please write me with your comments or to share your adventures at Vistor12c@hotmail.com.