There wasn’t much going on at the Paris hotel bar when I returned from a meal with clients. Just a middle aged couple in the far corner looking tired, and a bored barman. I ordered a beer anyway, feeling a bit frustrated that work had messed up my plans to get to a night club and perhaps get myself some sexy French guy.

After a few minutes, the middle aged couple drifted away, and the barman roused himself to clear their table. Just at that moment, the door to the street swung open, and a grey haired guy in a suit strolled towards the bar. He wore a sharp blue suit, with an open necked shirt, which revealed some sexy chest hair. His intense dark eyes looked at me as he sat on the bar stool across the bar. He nodded. He said something in a heavy accent which I didn’t catch and I shrugged, pointing at my ear and at the speaker on the wall. The guy tried again, with more volume, but the accent defeated me. I shrugged again and this time he slid off his stool and walked round.

He was asking me if I was American, and when I said that I was a Brit, he winked.

“That’s good. Americans they are too easy to shock”. A wink. He was close enough for me to smell his after shave.

“So how do you shock them?” I was in flirt mode. Perhaps I was going to get a sexy French guy after all.

“I tell them I like to fuck guys”

“And how do you like to do that?”

A pause. He drained his glass.

“I like to take them to their hotel room and show them my cock. Then they beg for it.”

I took a look round. The barman had by now disappeared.

“I’d need to see it before I go to the room. Get it out here.”

He smiled and I heard the sound of his trousers unzipping.

“Take a look, English boy”

I leant back and peered under the table. There was a fabulous veiny cock in his fist.

I looked up at him. “Are you going to fuck me with that?”

“After you’ve sucked it, perhaps. Shall we go?”

We walked quickly to the elevator, and once inside I lost no time in rubbing his crotch. He pushed my head down and crushed my face against his straining cock.

“You’re going to get fucked so hard. You know that, English boy?”

I nodded, opening my mouth and closing it around his shaft. Jesus, it was huge.

I got back to my feet as we reached the fifth floor.

Within seconds the card key made the door buzz open, and his big hand grabbed my bum cheek and pushed me into the room. The door clicked shut and when I turned to face him his jacket was already off.

“Take your clothes off. All of them. We’re going into the bathroom because I want to fuck you in there”

I did as I was told, fumbling excitedly as I watched his huge cock swing free as he pulled his underpants down. Now we were both naked. He pointed to the bathroom door.

I led the way in, trembling at the thought of that enormous cock sliding into me. I felt his hand on my shoulder, and I was pushed down again. That cock was now level with my face, and he was slapping me with it. He crushed my face into it, then down to his pendulous balls. I started licking them.

“Good boy. Look at me as you do that”

Obediently I looked up, through his bushy pubes and along his throbbing cock shaft. His dark eyes bore down on me and he pushed my face into his balls again. I opened my mouth and closed my lips around one of his balls, sucking at it. Then I shifted to the other, my saliva running over my chin. He was moaning loudly and moved my head so that my open mouth slid along his shaft. Then I felt both his hands on the side of my head and he began to mouth fuck me. I was gagging straight away.

“You like the taste of a Frenchman, English boy?” he hissed.

He pulled my head away from his cock because he wanted a reply. I looked up at him, past his cock that was now dripping with my saliva and murmured “Yes”

“Louder, boy. Tell me what you want me to do to you”

I blinked. I could see a globule of pre cum on that fabulous purple cock head.

“I want you to bend me over that sink and fuck me so hard that everyone in the hotel hears me moaning, and I can see you in the mirror as you’re doing it.”

He smiled and lifted me up. Then he nodded and pushed me towards the sink. My fingers gripped the taps and we looked at each other in the mirror as his fingers began to work at my asshole. Expertly, swiftly, he was opening me up. Soon he was in position, and I could feel his sledge hammer of a cock head nuzzling at my hole. Again, we held each other’s gaze as he began to slide in. It was, by some margin, the biggest I’d ever had inside me. Slowly, inch by inch, this monster entered my cave. My legs trembled and my breathing was ragged. He smiled when I gasped as he went a little further in. I groaned when he withdrew it for his first full thrust.

“Fuck me hard. I want that big French cock so bad.”

Another smile, and his hand reached up and grabbed my hair. Then it came. The whole length.

“Oh, fuck. Oh fuck” I howled. I’d never felt so stretched before. The pain moved exquisitely to pleasure, so that I could not tell the difference. Each thrust was an epic experience in itself. I was making a lot of noise.

Finally, I felt this magical French cock jerk, and I could see my partner close his eyes and grit his teeth. Deep inside me I could feel his seed flooding my insides. It seemed to go on for ages, and as his cock got soft his spunk started to dribble out, soaking my balls and running down my leg.

After a shower, we were in bed quickly. My ass was still buzzing from that pounding when we said goodbye at dawn.

Merci, Monsieur…