Parisian Boytoy - 1. A boytoy in Paris

Hey, let me introduce myself. I’m a Dutch guy, 30 years old and pretty successful in business. I hate to brag, but for the last 7 years everything I touched turned to gold. I started selling stuff on eBay, just from my student’s dorm in Amsterdam but now I own several auction houses in Europe and the United States. Because I travel a lot and because I hate hotels (I can’t believe the things people in some hotels would do just to please the guests) I own several apartments all over the world. And, although Amsterdam remains my home, I think most of my time I spend in Paris, France. Oh, and did I mention I’m gay? Most people don’t know but I’m as gay as they come. And boy, do some men cum!

As I said, I spend a lot of my time in Paris, sometimes with friends, sometimes alone. I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t have time for a boyfriend and I don’t have any need for a boyfriend. I can get all the men I want pretty easily. I’m definitely good looking (work out at least 4 times a week) and if a young man isn’t interested in me there is always money to persuade them. Nine times out of ten I get the guy I set my mind to. In that tenth time he really is as straight as an arrow and absolutely not interested in having sex with men. But you’d be surprised how many young men are willing to forget they are straight for a few hundred bucks or euros. I will tell you about one of those times.

I love Paris. I don’t think there’s a better place in the world to live. Paris only has two disadvantages: they speak French and they have a large collection of tramps and beggars, although they prefer to be called “clochards”. The typical clochard doesn’t bother me. Sometimes I think the city council keeps them for the tourists because tourists expect clochards in Paris. No, it’s the new kind of beggar that annoys the hell out of me. They are young (between 18 and 25), healthy, have no addiction (as far as you can see) but refuse to work and beg for money in the subway, trains and in the street. Most of the don’t even ask for money but hand you a small card on which they printed their sad, sad story and ask for money. They should have spend the money they needed for the cards on their education so they could find a decent job without bothering me.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I sat in the subway in Paris. The subway is the most efficient way of traveling in Paris. The city is too busy to use a car and the time it takes by subway to get from one side of Paris to the next is about the same as it would take by car to move from one corner of the street to the next. So, subway for me. As soon as the subway came into the “tourist area” (around Gare du Nord, Avenue des Champs-Elysees, Notre Dame de Paris, the Eifeltower and Musée du Louvre) I saw a group of young north-African men enter the compartment I sat in. As soon as the train started moving I saw them getting their beggar-cards from their pockets and handing them to tourists. Of course, most tourists bought the deception and handed the young guys some money. None of the tourists noticed the pickpocket behind them and would discover soon they had lost a lot more than they bargained for. When I first lived in Paris I would try to apprehend the young thieves but I quit trying. There were just too many of them.

One of these young men caught my attention. I think he was about 18 years old and gorgeous. His skin was a little darker than it would have been had he been Caucasian. He had black curly hair all the way down his neck and, unlike his friends, his clothes were tight. And when I say tight I mean so tight I could see he wore no underwear (just like myself). His nose looked like it had been broken in the past. His smile showed such beautiful pearly white teeth he could’ve modeled for a toothpaste brand. But the most beautiful about this young man were his eyes. Although you would’ve have expected them to be dark, they were green and sparkling. And I knew I wanted this young man. I needed to have this young man and I would get this young man.

He walked past me (none of the clochards, old or new, ever approach me; they can see I’m not a tourist) to try his luck with some new tourists who just got in at Charles de Gaule – Etoile. But as soon as he tried to walk past me I grabbed his wrist. He looked at me with a mixture of annoyance and fear on his face. Apparently he wasn’t that experienced in the game of robbing tourists yet which made my job all the more easier. I pulled his arm so his face was only inches from my own.

“I saw what you and your friends did with those tourists a couple of stations ago” I said in French (I may dislike the language but you need to know it to be able to live in Paris) “and I could turn you over to the authorities”.

The annoyance in his face disappeared and now his face showed pure panic. Right there and then I knew I had been right. He was still new in this game and was terrified I would call the gendarmes on him. Apparently he didn’t know he would be out on the streets in hours, if not sooner.

“Please sir, don’t call the gendarmes on me. My father would kill me. We did no harm. We only took the cash out of the wallet and put the wallet back. Please, sir! I’ll do anything!” Bingo! He had said the magic words.

“You will exit the train with me at Hôtel de Ville (city hall) and accompany me to my apartment. There we will talk further. Sit down next to me.” His friends looked in his direction when the young man sat down next to me. They probably had seen the fear in his face and decided to save themselves. The next station they left the train, leaving their friend at the mercy of the guy in the suit.

“What’s your name?” I asked the young boy.

“My name’s Samuel.”

“So, Samuel, how come you decided to enter the life of crime?”

“I didn’t intend to” he started sniffing. “My friends needed my help to get some money. At first I didn’t know they planned something illegal.” A small tear formed in the corner of one of his beautiful green eyes.

“So, tell me. What do they know about you to force you to help them?” I asked. Although I had only one idea, to fuck this young man’s brain out, I couldn’t help but wonder why he participated in this.

“I’m 19 years old and a student here is Paris. I finished high school last summer and my grades got me into the Sorbonne.” Now I was impressed. It’s not easy to get yourself into the eldest and most prestigious university in France. At the same time I got angry as well. Getting caught as a pickpocket would have gotten Samuel a one way ticket out of the Sorbonne. How did he dare risk that for a little fun with his friends? “I didn’t know they had planned something illegal. They didn’t get into any university but they can’t find jobs either. They are too young to receive an unemployment benefit so they have no money. When they told me they had come up with a way to make some money I agreed to help them. They are my friends. What else should I have done?”

“You should have left at the first sign of trouble” I responded coldly. I hadn’t realized I had spoken out loud when I was thinking earlier.

“I couldn’t.” Samuel replied. I looked at him, waiting for him to continue. When it became clear he wouldn’t, I asked him why.

“I don’t want to say”.

“What you want is of no importance to me” I said. “If you want to keep your ass out of jail and in the Sorbonne you do as I tell you to and answer my questions”.

“Achmed, the guy with the white cap on, has a picture of me sucking his brothers cock at a party last spring” Samuel said without looking at me.

“So, you’re gay?”

“No!” Samuel screamed. “His brother got me drunk and made me suck him. I don’t even remember it but Achmed showed me the photo some days later and told me he owned me heart, body and soul now”. Either he did enjoy it and pretends not to remember because he’s embarrassed or they drugged him with like GHB or something like that, I thought. Not that I cared.

“Well, Samuel, he got you into more trouble than you want to know. Look at me.” Samuel looked at me and at the moment I took his picture with my mobile phone.

“What’s your last name and date of birth?” I asked Samuel. He gave me his last name and date of birth quickly so I knew he didn’t lie. I saved that data on my phone. He proved to be 19 years old.

“Well, Samuel, you better listen carefully. I have your photo, name and date of birth now. With this information the gendarmes have no trouble finding you. In a moment we arrive at Hôtel de Ville. If you try and make a run for it, I will take this photo and information to the gendarmes and they will have you arrested before you can get back home. Is that understood?” I could see in his face he never realized what I could do with that photo or his personal information. He nodded and looked like a dog who had been kicked once too many. I had defeated him and he would do exactly what I’d say. I knew it and, judging his face, he knew it too. And I think he also realized what kind of job I had in mind for him.

As soon as we exited the subway at station Hôtel de Ville I took Samuel to my apartment. The doorman downstairs didn’t even look as Samuel and I entered. An apartment like mine isn’t cheap. It’s only a couple of blocks from City Hall and has a view of the river Seine and Notre Dame de Paris. Furthermore it’s very well secured with a private security team, a panic room in every apartment (a little paranoid, I think) and a closed security tv-circuit. But, even more important, with the money that bought me the apartment it also bought me privacy. The doorman, Charles, or his colleagues would never tell a soul what went on in our building. That was probably the reason why a high political person in France also owned one of the apartments.

As soon as we got upstairs in inside my apartment I could see Samuel was impressed. I took advantage of his amazement, grabbed him and pushed him into a wall. I grabbed his head and kissed him, rather forcefully. He tried to resist but didn’t stand a chance. I was twice his size and, like I said, pretty muscular. Samuel was more like a twink. I tried to invade his mouth with my tongue but again Samuel tried to resist. I pinched his nose shut so he would have to open his mouth. Apparently Samuel realized he stood no chance and gave up. Again I had broken his will and I had made very clear what my silence would cost him.

“Go take a shower. I like my boys fresh and clean” I told him.

Samuel tried to leave for the bathroom fully clothed but I called him back.

“You can undress right here. No need to do that in the bathroom. I’m going to see you naked anyway”. Samuel looked at me and I saw a spark in his eyes that could be lust but could also be something completely different. Again, I decided I didn’t care. If he had some fun while I had my fun with him, that was ok with me. And if not, let’s just say I wouldn’t lose any sleep over it.

Samuel got undressed and I saw I had been right. He didn’t wear any underwear and I could see his semi-hard cut dick. Samuel started to gather his clothes but again I stopped him.

“I’ll take care of your clothes. You go and take a shower”. I got Samuel’s clothes and left towards the bedroom, leaving Samuel naked in the hallway. In the bedroom I open my closet and then the door leading to the panic room. I had a safe there and I put Samuel’s clothes in the safe. If Samuel ever wanted to have them back he’d better be a very good slave.

While I was locking away Samuel’s clothes Samuel himself was in the bathroom, cursing his friends and himself.

“How could I be so stupid?!” he asked himself. But Samuel was even angrier at his body. His body that completely betrayed him, like it had betrayed him before. His 18 cm long dick which was now as hard as a rock, just like it had been when he sucked of Achmed’s brother. Oh, he always told Achmed and his brother he didn’t remember, but he remembered! He remembered Achmed’s brother slowly pushing him on his knees with his pants open and his long, think and cut dick out, already leaking precum. He remembered his own cock growing so much he thought it would tear a hole in his jeans. He remembered how good it felt having a dick in his mouth, to hear a man moan because of his actions and how great the cum tasted or what a wonderful feeling it was to feel a dick erupt in his mouth, to feel the cum being shot in his throat with force. And he remembered his own ecstasy when he cam in his jeans without touching his dick even once. But he also remembered the terror when Achmed showed him the pictures two days later. Oh, he was gay, alright. But he never planned of letting his friends know.

Last summer he thought his troubled were over. Oh, Achmed had used him as his personal cum slave ever since he showed Samuel the picture, but that wasn’t too bad. No, it was the other stuff that made him wish to leave his one-time friends as soon as possible. The dealing in drugs. The little robberies. The carjacking. That was not the life he wanted. And, for a couple of months, the best months of his life, he thoughts he would get away from them. He had a great life in Paris. He even had a fellow student he saw regularly out of class. They weren’t in love or something. They just enjoyed each other’s company, cock and ass and explored being gay together. Everything was fine, until two days ago; until Achmed’s phonecall.

“Hey bitch! It’s time you help us making some money! Two of our regulars are unavailable! Get your ass to la Défense on Friday or those pictures I have are going to find their way on the internet!” After that Achmed hung up, knowing Samuel would be there.

That’s one of Samuel’s lesser qualities: he was not a very strong person. And so he went to la Défense on Friday, first got his ass fucked by Achmed while the others weren’t there yet and after that hearing the plans for that afternoon. Achmed had filled his gut with so much cum Samuel’s boxers were soaked. In a restroom he removed them and threw them away. When they got in the subway train Samuel noticed a good-looking man in a dark suit and instantly knew that man was gay, not a tourist and a potential problem. Well, he had a score of three out of three and here he was, in that man’s apartment in the city in the shower, waiting to get his ass and mouth fucked and fucked and fucked again and all he could think about was: “Will he get me off as well?”

Although I thought Samuel’s friends had left him I had been wrong. Achmed had left the train only to get on it again in another part of the train. From there he had seen Samuel sitting with the guy in the suit. He had seen the guy in the suit taking Samuel’s picture and Achmed knew the suit meant trouble. Sure, he treated Samuel like crap, but in his twisted mind he was sure he had that right since Samuel was his friend. And a good fuck as well. No one could make him cum like Samuel and, just this morning he realized he had been more anxious to fuck Samuel again than robbing those tourists. If Achmed had allowed himself to admit it, he would have known he loved Samuel as long as he could remember. That was why he had suggested their little game to his brother. That was something his brother had done with some guys from his own school, just to blackmail them for money. Achmed had made the pictures for his brother but had always kept some for himself to jack off at. Samuel had been an easy target. Trouble began when his brother wanted to blackmail Samuel as well. Achmed had gone berserk and threatened to publish some of his brothers work on the net. Samuel was his and no one had a right to try and come between them. Just by thinking of Samuel his dick got hard again and started oozing precum. As soon as he got things clear to the suit he would take Samuel somewhere private so he could fuck that little guy again. Hell, maybe he would even make the little prick cum this time.

It went a little different. As soon as the train reached Hôtel de Ville Samuel and the suit got off the train, so Achmed followed. He tried to reach them but it was just too crowded. He could see Samuel and the suit but there was no way he could reach them, so he decided to follow them to rescue Samuel as soon as the suit got him wherever they went. For a moment Achmed was afraid the suit was a gendarme, because the headquarters of the gendarmes was also near Hôtel de Ville but that fear disappeared as soon as he saw the apartment building the suit took Samuel. He now knew the suit was a queer who planned some fun with Samuel and that enraged him. But, he also saw there wasn’t much he could do about it now, since security in the apartment building was higher than he had ever seen in a private building. And, as a thief and burglar, he had seen quite some impressive security. There was nothing Achmed could do but wait.

When Samuel came out of the bathroom he noticed the curtains had been closed and some lights were on. He didn’t see me and for a moment he thought about getting his clothes and get the hell out of there. Right when he was making a few steps towards what he thought should be the living room he felt two strong arms grab him from behind. A naked body was pressed against his and he felt a large and very hard dick pressing against his ass. Even though Samuel never wanted any of this to happen he felt his own cock grow big and hard and he let out a slight moan. Right then I knew for sure this guy was gay like me. I turned him around and forced a kiss again, but this time Samuel didn’t even pretend he didn’t enjoy it. He kissed me back with such passion I knew this wouldn’t be the rape I thought it would be. Although I would’ve had my way with him anyway I enjoyed sex more when it was consensual. I broke the kiss and pushed Samuel down on his knees, my hard dick hanging in front of his face. He started to lick the head but seemed reluctant to take it any further. I wouldn’t have that and pinched his right nipple, hard. A small squeak escaped Samuel’s mouth and I used that moment to shove my hard cock in his throat. A strange noise came from Samuel, something between a moan and gagging. I started fucking the kid’s throat. It had been a few days since my last sexual encounter and Samuel’s warm mouth and tight throat were pushing me to cumming fast. While Samuel had been in the shower I had taken a little blue pill known as Viagra. Not that I needed it, but I had every intention of enjoying my encounter with Samuel for as long as I could. So I didn’t stop fucking his mouth while I felt my orgasm cumming. Within several minutes I came for the first time that afternoon, deep in Samuel’s throat, forcing him to swallow all of my cum. Samuel looked relieved. Apparently he thought that would be it for him. Well, boy, guess again! I pulled back a little but kept my dickhead in Samuel’s mouth, making it clear to him I expected him to clean it. Samuel kept licking it for a little while and tried to pull of my dick. I didn’t think so, so I pushed my dick back into his throat. Panic showed on Samuel’s face when he realized my dick wasn’t going limp. He understood this wasn’t the last orgasm I planned on having this afternoon. I started fucking his face again, slowly now since I had already cum. The next orgasm would take a while. The only reason why I fucked his mouth again was to make clear who was boss.

After he came in my throat I thought that would be it. Part of me was relieved but another part of me was disappointed. I tried to let go of his dick and get up after cleaning it, but he wouldn’t let me. He kept me on my knees and shoved his dick back into my throat. Now I know a thing or two about orgasms and what a dick is supposed to do after someone cums, and staying hard isn’t one of those things. It’s supposed to be very sensitive and go soft. The suit’s didn’t. It stayed hard. He must have taken something to keep it hard. Maybe Viagra or something. That realization made my dick twitch. It wasn’t over yet! I might still get many more loads of his cum! After fucking my face for a while he pulled me up, turned me around and started playing with my ass. He really knew what he was doing. Nothing like Achmed who just lubed up and shoved his dick up my ass. All his stroking my ass almost made me cum, but I didn’t want that yet. My pure will alone made the coming orgasm go away again, only to have it almost happen anyway because he started to lick my ass! I could’ve blown my load just there and then, no kidding! I heard someone moaning pretty loudly and it took me a while to realize it was me. There was hardly any connection left between my mind and my body. My body had gotten a mind of it’s own and it had pleasure in mind. The suit noticed I was enjoying it.

“I thought you weren’t gay” he asked. I was in no condition to answer. All I could was moan and writhe in pure pleasure. Apparently the suit decided I was fully prepared because he got up, put on a condom and bent me over. In one fierce thrust he shoved his dick in my ass. Even though his dick was far from small I didn’t feel any pain. I felt very full and my ass was stretched but it felt wonderful! It felt just right! It felt like I was meant to have his dick in my ass! He started pumping hard and deep and I felt his sweat dripping on my back. Every now and then I felt a bolt of electricity go through my body, faintly realizing he hit my prostate. After a couple of those lightning bolts I felt my balls boiling. They crept up to my body and there was nothing I could do to stop the building orgasm. Not this time. For the first time in my life I came without touching my dick. And man, did I cum! I never knew my balls could contain that much sperm! His carpet was one big pool of spunk! I heard him laughing and saying something. He had to repeat it twice before I could make out what he was saying.

“For a straight guy you sure love to have your ass fucked!” Even though I felt exhausted the suit kept fucking me. A couple of encounters of his dickhead with my prostate and my own dick was hard and ready again, just as if I hadn’t just shot the biggest load of my life! The suit kept fucking and fucking and fucking and I loved every minute of it.

“Please, fuck me harder! Take me deeper! Make me yours!”

Oh, Samuel was enjoying himself. He had just shot one of biggest loads ever, without touching his dick or having me touch it for him. Only problem was he had done it on my white Persian rug. I could already hear the ranting from my French cleaning lady! But I couldn’t be bothered with that now. His clamping ass muscles had almost pushed me over the edge while Samuel was cumming. I had no intention of cumming yet. I kept on fucking his ass and, in a few seconds, Samuel’s dick was all up and running again, dripping some residual cum on the carpet. All of Samuel’s inhibitions had fallen away. He was screaming I had to fuck him harder and deeper. Well, if that was what he wanted I wasn’t planning on refusing. I pulled out, picked Samuel up and put him on the small cabinet in the hallway. I grabbed his ankles and put his legs over my shoulders. I shoved my dick back in his asshole, immediately hitting his prostate again. I could see the effect on his face. Samuel was in ecstasy. He grabbed my head and pulled my face closer to his. Our lips connected while I was fucking the shit out of him and as soon as my tongue found it’s way into his mouth, Samuel spasmed and started shooting his second load of the afternoon between us, making both of us slick and sticky with his cum. The spasms were too much for me and I started filling the condom. I’m a big cummer but when I pulled out and saw the amount of cum in the condom it was as if I hadn’t cum just 30 minutes before. I turned towards Samuel, planning on telling him he was done, but young student had fallen asleep. I picked him up and carried him to my bedroom. After laying him down I went to take a shower. When I came back, he was still asleep, so I decided a nap wouldn’t hurt me. I got into bed next to him and, just before I fell asleep, Samuel turned around and snuggled into my arms. With his head on my pretty hard pecs we both fell asleep.

When I woke up I felt disoriented. I knew I wasn’t in my dorm room at the Sorbonne, but I had no idea where I was. The bed was a lot bigger and the sheets way more expensive than I ever could afford. And my own bed wasn’t big enough to sleep in with someone but I did feel some very strong and muscular arms around me. The chest I had my head on was also strong and muscular and definitely not female. Did I finally find the courage to stay at my friend’s house after our usual casual encounter? No, that didn’t make any sense. Although he was kinda muscular he wasn’t this buff. Then it all came back to me. The stuff Achmed made me do, the suit who caught me, the threat to turn me over to the gendarmes, the hot and wild sex we had and the extremely sleepy feeling afterwards. I opened my eyes and saw some light. I looked next to me and I saw the guy in the suit laying next to me, although it felt silly thinking about him as “guy in the suit” since he was now as naked as the day he was born. Well, not completely. I would pity his mother if he had been this muscular when she gave birth to him. Only the thought of that made me shiver. I touched my ass, being sure it was damaged beyond repair, only to find it was a little sensitive but not even really sore. My second discovery, being my dick was hard again, scared me a little. I tried to feel the suits’ dick and found it being hard, think and throbbing, apparently ready to go for it again. I looked up to his face only to look deep in his blue eyes.

“So, you’re awake, I see” the suit said.

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened. I never fell asleep after sex like that” I replied.

“Don’t worry about it. You had two massive orgasms. A body needs some rest after that” the suit smiled.

“Can I ask you something” I asked this muscular and handsome man.

“You just did, but I don’t think that was the question you had in mind. Go ahead, but I won’t promise I will answer or that you will like the answer I have for you” he said.

“Ok, my question is: what’s your name?” I asked.

Disbelief showed from the suit’s face, just before he started laughing.

“Of all the things you should’ve asked, this you want to know?” he laughed.

“Yeah. Is it so strange to want to know the name of the person who fucked you three times around the world?” I replied, a little angry. You need to know about me I have a very sensitive spot when it comes to being laughed at. I thought I had outgrown it, but apparently I hadn’t.

“My name’s Dennis” the suit said. “What else do you want to know?”

“How old are you?” I asked.

“I’m 30 years old, but if you tell someone I will deny it” he laughed again. “Any more?”

“What’s the time?”

“It’s half past 7 in the evening”. My curiosity satisfied for the moment I rested my head on his masculine chest again, playing with his left nipple a bit before feeling myself drift off back to sleep.

All this time Achmed had been standing outside, getting more and more worried. The sun had set. It was getting dark and Samuel had been with that guy in his expensive suit for almost 6 hours now. To make matters worse someone from the building’s security came out and walked straight up to me.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“Well, if you could let my friend know I am still waiting for him” I tried.

“And who might your friend be?”

“The skinny student guy who went up with that guy in the suit” I replied.

“I have no idea who you are talking about” the guard said. “Most of the apartment owners here wear suits. I suggest you leave before I decide you hanging around here is suspicious and I call the gendarmes”. With that the guard / doorman turned around and entered the building again.

Achmed decided he wouldn’t do Samuel much good anyway standing out here and even less being arrested by the gendarmes. He would check on Samuel later. Achmed turned and left, heading back to the subway station.

About two hours later Samuel woke up again. My dick was still hard as a rock and my lust for this young man still as strong as it was this afternoon when I first saw him. Samuel looked me in the eyes and I could see the lust in his eyes as well. I kissed him gently this time, while stroking his back with my hands. Samuel moaned and started stroking my chest and especially my nipples. He definitely knew how to get me interested, since my nipples were the most sensitive place of my body, except for my hard cock. Samuel broke the kiss and started licking and sucking my nipples while slowly stroking my cock. But he definitely had other plans. He lifted his body and lowered it when his ass was above my hard dick, impaling himself on it. For a moment I was startled because I had no condom on, but after only a few seconds my little head took over and I couldn’t be bothered with something as trivial as rubber anymore. I noticed my dick was more sensitive than it was this afternoon, meaning the Viagra had lost it’s effect and my current erection was purely natural. Unfortunately, it also meant I would never last as long as I had this afternoon and while Samuel was riding my dick as a very experienced cowboy I already felt my balls rising and my cum boiling. In only a few moments I would seriously fill his intestines with a river of cum. I threw my head in my neck, let out a scream and started cumming in Samuel’s ass!

When I came back to my senses I saw Samuel jerking his own dick while still having mine is his ass. I stopped him and pulled him off my now finally deflating cock. He experienced my dick in his as three times today and only God knows how many others before mine, but I bet he never felt what wonderful it was to shove your dick in someone’s as before.

Oh, my God! I don’t know what feels better: having a big hard dick in your ass or having your own big hard dick in someone’s ass! Forget girls! If being gay feels this good I’ll be gay till the day I die!

Dennis had pulled me of his dick after he came for the third time that day and for a moment I thought he was done with me now his dick was finally satisfied. Nothing was further from the truth! He put me between his legs and pulled them up, exposing his ass for me. He then grabbed me and pulled me against his ass. It took me e few seconds to realize what Dennis wanted, but when it hit me, I put my dickhead against his ass (in the meantime he had lubed it for me) and, in one shove, pushed it in! Oh, wow! I took me all of my concentration not to cum right there and then! The warmth of his ass surrounding my dick! The strength of his muscles squeezing the root of my dick! I started thrusting my dick even deeper before pulling out a little, just to thrust it in deeply again. I knew there was no way I could make this last longer than just a few minutes! I did my best to think about stuff that normally would be enough to make my dick go limp in a second, but now it wasn’t even enough to postpone my orgasm by more than a few seconds. After maybe three minutes I gave up and surrendered to the most powerful orgasm I had ever encountered. I started cumming and it seemed it took me minutes to stop cumming. My whole body felt like it was glowing.

“Wow, that was one huge orgasm” Dennis said. Later he said my eyes were even more sparkling than when he met me that afternoon. We took a shower together. In the shower we started kissing and for a moment it seemed our dicks were getting ready for another round, but more than semi-hard they didn’t get and we didn’t try too hard. We went back to bed after I called my roommate I stayed at a friend’s place for the night. Who knows what tomorrow could bring.

For the next six months or so Samuel got over to my place to fuck and get fucked like rabbits. Three of more orgasms in one night was pretty normal and we got to know each other better. He came out to his parents who weren’t too pleased with him being gay and me being more than 10 years his senior but they did make an effort. Most of his former friends had been arrested sometime over the past 6 months and they hadn’t had Samuel involved in any of their scams anymore. You could say Samuel was turning out to be my first boyfriend, although I knew he was still sleeping with his friend in the university. That was fine with me since I also had my fuckbuddies in the other cities I lived. But after 8 months, I think, Samuel started to change. He became quiet and moody sometimes. Whenever I asked him what was wrong, he told me nothing or to mind my own business. I didn’t think much of it, since it was time for the annual exams at the Sorbonne, but I noticed Samuel was withdrawing from me and there wasn’t much I could do about it.

While Samuel was working his ass of for his exams I had to go to New York for two weeks to host several auctions. Samuel didn’t want me to go but I had no choice. I had given Samuel a key to my apartment and told the doormen to let him pass, even when I was not there. Samuel went to see me off at the airport and hugged me there. I thought this strange since Samuel wasn’t that affectionate outside my apartment. I assumed it was exam stress and thought nothing more of it. While I was walking through customs I thought I saw a tear un Samuels eye. As soon as the plane landed in New York City I wanted to call Samuel but I noticed I didn’t bring my French cellphone with me. When I called the apartment there was no answer.

The auctions were a huge success. Almost all items sold for higher prices than expected and both the seller and me made a lot of money those two weeks. I got together with my New York fuckbuddy and told him we wouldn’t see each other anymore since I had found myself a boyfriend. Although he could hardly believe me having a boyfriend he was happy for Samuel and me and wished us all the best. All this time I hadn’t been able to reach Samuel at the apartment. His cellphone number I didn’t have because that was in my French mobile phone.

As soon as I got in Paris again I went to the apartment. As soon as I came into the hallway I noticed there was something wrong. Jean, one of the doormen / security guards, approached me telling me they had tried to call me several times but I didn’t answer my cell. I explained I hadn’t brought it with me to New York and asked what was wrong. Jean went upstairs with me and showed me my apartment. It was empty. Well, not empty, since most furniture you had to lift with at least 4 strong men, but everything of value was gone. The gendarmes had already been in and processed the place for fingerprints and stuff, but found nothing useful. In the bedroom there was a small envelope with my name on it. It was Samuel’s handwriting.

Dear Dennis,

Right now you came home from New York and you’ll have noticed I screwed you over. Please believe me when I say I hadn’t planned this to happen. Let me try to explain.

Exams are a bitch, but I never had any trouble with them. I might not be a straight A student, I never failed a test in my life. But right now, I was failing the most important one of all.

You were so good to me and I loved you so much, but I knew for a couple of weeks now it wouldn’t last. Achmed had been released from jail a couple of weeks ago and tried to contact me. Since I changed my cellphone there was no way he could directly reach me, so he used another approach: after a great weekend with you he was waiting for me a couple of blocks from your apartment. He scared the shit out of me. He looked like shit. I think he lost at least 20 pounds in prison. He told me it was because of fear for being raped over and over again in prison. He even apologized to me for using me as a sex toy in the past. I had hoped he only wanted to tell me that, but of course there was more.

Unfortunately, he needed my help again to get some money to leave the country and never to return. He had heard about me and my rich boyfriend and he was sure I knew of a way to get some money from you. I told him I would not ask you for money for him. Achmed reminded me of the pictures he had of me and his brother, not knowing I came out of the closet. But he also told me he had followed us that first day from subway station Hôtel de Ville to the apartment building and had been waiting outside. I swear I never knew he was following us but he had been outside the building for a few hours until he was asked by one of the doormen to leave. By then he had realized what had been going on and he threatened to go to the gendarmes to report you for kidnapping and raping me. I know it would be unlikely the gendarmes would believe him, but I couldn’t take that chance. You told me the gendarmes knew a thing or two about the building. I couldn’t take the risk of you getting into trouble because of my lousy choice in friends in the past.

We took most of you equipment, including your computer and laptop. But I backed-up all your files on two external harddrives and put them in your panic room. I also put all the stuff the looked expensive I know you loved in there so the damage would not be too bad.

After Achmed and his two partners were done, they tried to rape me. I locked myself in the panic room and alerted security. Achmed and his partners got away with a lot of your stuff. I wrote this letter and told Jean to call the gendarmes. If Jean hasn’t told you I am arrested I guess he didn’t realize I was part of this and he let me go.

I really am sorry, Dennis. I know you’ll probably hate me forever but know I tried to protect you. I love you and always will love you.

Thinking of you always,

Samuel

For a moment I thought it was all a bad joke. Samuel would get out of the panic room, holding my laptop, saying he tried to scare me. But minutes past and Samuel didn’t show. Of course I got angry. Not because of the stolen stuff. Samuel had indeed put everything he knew I was attached to in the panic room and the back-ups of the harddrives were more than enough to reconstruct the information about my French assets. No, I was angry he hadn’t told me in what kind of trouble he had been. I was angry he had felt the need to protect me. And I was angry towards myself that I never had explained to him I would never need protection. I am rich, have the best lawyers money can buy and I have some things about certain people that would keep me safe from the gendarmes as long as I wasn’t involved in anything like murder.

I ran past Jean, heading out the door. I needed to find Samuel. First I went to the Sorbonne to find his roommate and his fuck buddy. They couldn’t tell me anything. Even after trying to bribe them and threatening to ruin their miserable lives they didn’t know anything. So I went to Samuel’s parents. All they could tell me was that he called from abroad to let them know he was alright but that he wouldn’t be coming home soon. He needed time to think and that he would call from time to time. “And if Dennis ever shows up, tell him I love him and I’m sorry”. But, at the end of the call, his father heard a speaker saying passengers were not allowed to smoke at Amsterdam Airport.

So, here I am, back in Amsterdam, trying to find the man I love. I contacted everyone I know to help me search for him. It will not be easy, but I will find him, with the help of that photograph I made the first time we met in the subway.