Allen - A French Connection - Fritz

Early in the summer of 2014, I was traveling to Paris with my longtime girlfriend, Deanna, her parents, her brother, and his girlfriend. Her parents were planning to renew their wedding vows for their 30th anniversary. I was just happy for the free trip to Paris.

We were in the beautiful city for a week. Her father had planned a daily adventure that everyone had to participate in, and then we had the rest of the day to ourselves, expected to meet up for dinner every evening. During the time between the group outing and dinner, it was 50/50 whether Deanna’s mother planned something for her and her sister to be part of, leaving us guys to fend for ourselves for entertainment.

After the first day, her dad started leaving Dan and me to explore the city while he went back to the hotel to nap.

Dan was cool, but we really didn’t have anything in common. He’s 26, an accountant, and into sports. I’m 22, recently graduated, and looking for work with a liberal arts degree. He’s also a bit of a “bro,” and I’m not a big fan. As a closeted bisexual growing up in a fairly conservative part of the US, I put up with a lot of bullying from guys like Dan. I’ve since grown, put on some muscle, and while I never formally came out, I don’t hide it anymore. 

Deanna knows I’m bisexual. We had that conversation before we were dating, early in our freshman year at college, where we met. I had seen her making out with a female friend at a party. When I told her it was hot, she said it would be hot to see me make out with another guy. I told her to pick a guy, and she did. She picked a guy I met in my art history class. I told him she wanted to see us kiss, that it turned her and her friend on, and asked if he’d be into it. He said, “Sure,” understanding it meant he’d likely get to sleep with her friend that night, which he did, and we did. We had a deeper conversation about it two weeks later, when discussing what “we are” and if it was important to me to explore sex with men. I was really infatuated with her and told her it wasn’t something I needed. I explained that I had had sex with a couple of guys already, always safe, but that my “experimenting phase” was over. That I had accepted being attracted to both men and women, but that I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a wandering eye.

At the time, that was 100% true. Three years later, sex with Deanna is still hot, but my eyes definitely wander to hot guys and other attractive women. I’m not proud of it, but I’ve slipped up twice this year. Once at a party that Deanna didn’t go to. I got sucked into a conversation with a very attractive guy; we clicked mentally, and after a few drinks… one thing led to another, and we ended up giving each other head in the bathroom. I told myself it was a one-time thing, that it wouldn’t happen again. I did feel guilty about that. It was one thing for me to blow him; it’s not like Deanna has a dick I can suck, but to accept oral from him felt like cheating because she gives great head and loves to do it.

The second time was a little more recent; she went on a girls' spring break trip, so I went with the guys to Miami. I ended up getting drunk on one of those nights and going back to the hotel with a guy who was also there on spring break, staying in the same hotel as us…in the heat of the moment, I ended up letting him fuck me. I was way too fucked up to care in the moment, but thankfully, he wore a condom, keeping my streak of safe sex with men at 100%. I told myself again that I shouldn’t feel guilty because he has equipment and performed a sexual act on me that Deanna doesn’t have and couldn’t really perform on me. I also told myself I wouldn’t do it again.

Now, I’m in Paris, the city of love. Deanna has ditched me to go help her mom with stuff for the third day in a row, and I’m getting annoyed by Dan complaining about the differences between France and the US. So I told him I had a headache and that I was going back to the hotel. Just to give myself some time to explore and actually enjoy the city.

As I wandered, I stumbled across a few places that were obviously sex shops. So after the third one, I popped in, just to check it out and see what they were offering. There was a bunch of lube, dildos, and some BDSM toys. The entire wall behind the counter was filled with options of poppers. The thing that impressed me the most was how clean the shop was. I’d only ever popped into the seedy adult book store near campus a few years ago, and that place was dingy, dirty, and just felt unwelcoming. This place felt like…more like a candy store. I didn’t buy anything, though. I had more exploring to do, but the thought of picking up a dildo did cross my mind.

We had dinner with her family, again, then had a bunch of wine, and went back to the hotel. We didn’t have sex, again, because she was tired, and just went to bed early because her Dad had a trip planned to go tour le château de Versailles.

The train was packed by the time we got on, so we didn’t get to sit together, and the available seats were scattered. The only people who could sit together were her parents. I sat next to a very handsome German guy, Friedrich, but his friends call him Fritz. Pale skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, fitted lavender colored t-shirt with a slight V-neck, clean, cropped hair with that purposefully messy look. His smile was a bit intoxicating, but the sexiest thing about him was how excited he was about visiting the château. He seemed to know everything about it and had all kinds of fun tidbits of information. It made the train ride way more enjoyable than listening to Deanna’s father drone on about the random facts he once read in a book, but the details are fuzzy.

When the train pulled in, I asked him if he wanted to join our group, and he was super excited. I introduced him to the group as an expert on Versailles, and they took to him just as quickly as I did. His energy was just the breath of fresh air that this group needed.

On the train ride back, I sat on the aisle seat next to Deanna, and Fritz sat across from me. We continued talking for the entire ride, and I kinda felt bad because Deanna was practically ignored. Something she brought up as soon as we were back at the hotel. Which caused a bit of an argument because she felt the need to throw in my face that her parents were paying for the entire trip. There was also some nonsense about how uninterested I am in their renewal ceremony, which…wasn’t entirely off base. We put a pin in the argument, because we had to go to dinner with everyone.

I had exchanged info with Fritz before getting off the train; he wanted to take us all out to a restaurant he says is authentic as it gets. Of course, Deanna’s Dad had planned all of our outings before we even landed in France, so I couldn’t convince anyone to go. I messaged Fritz and let him know. He was completely understanding and invited us out for drinks at a little bar near the hostel he was staying at. I pitched the idea to the group after dinner, but with the renewal ceremony happening tomorrow afternoon, everyone wanted to get a good night's sleep and get up early to do things like get their nails done, hair, all of it. Deanna told me I should go, just “don’t have too much fun.”

I met up with Fritz, and I thought it might be weird just the two of us, but he seemed overjoyed. He took me around to some little wine bars that were the obvious inspiration for paintings of life in Paris. Including one that had a view of the Eiffel Tower.

Afterward, we went deep into a neighborhood I recognized from my solo tour, passing the sex shop I had ventured into. We got some more wine at a cute little bar, not even a block away. Halfway through the bottle, I was pretty drunk, and I could tell he was too.

In all the conversations we had had, up to this point, I hadn’t been able to pin down his sexuality. There were times when he seemed straight, there were times when he seemed gay, but most of the time, he just was. So horny curiosity and liquid courage had me probing.

I went with the obvious option and pointed at the sex shop, and said, “I went in there the other day.”

“Oh, yes?” He turned to look and knew right away which place I was referring to. “It’s for sex, no?” He grinned and leaned in on the table.

I sipped my wine, raising my eyebrows and grinning. “Yup.” His quick change in body language and obvious interest told me everything I needed to know.

He grinned. “Did you get…anything?” The more tipsy he got, the more he struggled with his English, and it was kind of adorable.

I blushed. “No, I was just curious.”

His grin grew wider. “Curious about what?”

It was a very loaded question. I didn’t know how revealing I should be just yet, so I took the safe route. “We don’t really have those kinds of shops in America,” I shrugged. “I mean, I’ve been to one, back in college, but I was curious to know what…cool stuff they might have.” I felt my face turning red.

He tried to hide his smile, sipping his wine. He looked over toward the store, then back at me. “We have plenty back in Germany. Nothing surprises me over there.”

I saw an opportunity and flipped the script on him. “Oh yeah? What do you buy there?”

He smiled slowly while nodding, realizing the corner I put him in. He sipped his wine. Then his face softened, and he said, “The usual stuff…for sex.”

I squinted at him, “Like?”

He shrugged, “Uh…lubricant,” his eyes met mine, “condom, popper, mostly.”

I smiled, “Popper?” I knew what they were, but wanted to see if it meant he was having anal sex or if Germans used them in straight sex too.

“Popper is…when you,” he mimed inhaling from the bottle, then his eyes rolled back in his head, and his hands went up to make a brain exploding gesture.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Then realized this was my window and lied. “I’ve never tried poppers.”

“Oh,” his head bobbed up and down, his face struggling to hide his smile. “Let’s go get.”

I chuckled, “What?”

He waved the waiter over. “Let’s go get,” he said as if that was the only and most obvious thing we could do. The waiter came over with the bill, and Fritz threw down some money, standing before the bills hit the tray.

I stood, feeling a rush of excitement. Not really sure what was happening, but Fritz was exciting and fun, so of course I was going.

We almost power walked over to the sex shop. Once inside, we casually strolled down the aisles, starting with clothing, working our way through to the toys. Feeling bold and tipsy, when we got to the wall of dildos, I pointed at one that was close to my size and shape and said, “Hey…that’s me!”

He laughed and immediately pointed to a thicker one of the same size, a little more veiny, and said, “That is me.”

My heart started racing. I suddenly, desperately wanted to see his 7” thick German sausage. I picked it up off the shelf, “Your dick is only twenty euros.” The weight of the dildo was impressive in its plastic packaging.

“Buy it for Deanna, show her a real man’s dick,” he chuckled. “Or…you can have,” he grinned.

I didn’t know what to say, so I forced a smile and then redirected his attention to a massive dildo as I tucked this one under my arm. He either didn’t notice or didn’t say anything because we kept walking. Laughing at some of the fetishes being catered to. Then we both saw a guy coming out from behind the curtain in the back, keeping his eyes on the ground as he walked past us, adjusting his pants in shame. Fritz and I locked eyes and grinned.

“Oooh, these ones vibrate,” he said, pointing at bullet shaped vibraters.

“Does it need to vibrate?” I asked.

He raised an eyebrow, “You’ve never?”

“Never what?” I asked, feeling my heart pounding.

He smiled, then used his index finger like a hook, “Had a…prostate orgasm?”

“I…umm…” I blushed.

“Maybe try this one before you try that one,” he handed me the vibrator, yanking the dildo out from under my arm.

I blushed, “Oh…I forgot I had that.”

He cocked his head to the side, not believing it for a second. “Unless…you really want this one,” he held up the dildo.”

“I’m curious about this one,” I admitted.

He gave me a knowing smirk. His eyes went to my lips, then down my body and back up. He handed me the dildo, then shelved the vibrator. “Let’s get some lube,” he grinned. Then walked away from the aisle, and I followed like a puppy.

Fritz put the dildo on the counter, then said something in French to the guy working the register, pointing at the lubricants. Going back and forth, settling on lube sachets. Then he said something else, and the guy responded, pulling a little blue bottle off the wall. Fritz scrunched up his face and said something else in French. The guy put the little bottle back, then pulled out a little black-and-silver box with an obvious poison warning in red on the side. They exchanged more words in French; I was only able to pick up the odd fifth or sixth word, none of it making sense to me. Then Fritz paid for everything.

The guy put everything in a bag and handed it to Fritz. Fritz turned to me and said, “I want to show you…how.”

My chest was pounding. I felt myself suddenly very nervous. “Umm…ok.”

“Your hotel?” He asked.

My eyes went wide, knowing Deanna was there. “No, absolutely not.”

“Hmmm…” he thought. “Hostel is…what’s the word? Risky?”

I chuckled, “Yeah, that’s too risky.”

He turned to the clerk and said something in French. They had a quick back and forth before Fritz turned to me. “You have money?”

I pulled out my wallet and gave him ten euros; the rest of my cash was in the hotel. He exchanged it for coins, along with his ten euros. Then he gestured for me to follow him and walked toward the back. My head was spinning. I may have acted innocent with him earlier, but I know what goes on behind the curtain. I also know I shouldn’t be doing this with Deanna back at the hotel. Fritz was too attractive not to follow him into the back, though.

Through the curtain, he went to the booth furthest in the back, passed a big guy sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. Fritz opened the door, and I followed. The booth was like a small closet. It smelled like a locker room and bleach. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. He shoved money into the video machine, picked a random title, then turned around to look at me. He grinned, then reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zipper as he said, “We do not have a lot of time.” He shoved his jeans down, exposing his powder blue briefs with white piping around the seams. His bulge was already growing.

I nervously went for my button and zipper, shoving them down to reveal my black CK boxer briefs with the red waistband and white letters. My bulge growing even faster than his. I wasn’t 100% sure what was going to happen as I watched him push his underwear down below his balls and start stroking his uncut cock. I did the same, my circumcised dick just a hair shy of the 7” he was carrying, but with an average thickness. His girth was impressive. Not so big as to be intimidating, but thick enough. I was growing increasingly nervous about what he wanted to do.

We stared at each other, just stroking ourselves for a minute or two, catching glances of each other's eyes between staring at each other's dicks. He pulled his t-shirt up in the front, over his head, and let it sit snug on the back of his neck. His abs on full display, his full blonde bush was the only visible hair on his body. His dick was everything the dildo he pointed at, right down to the veins, but his thick foreskin was the big difference.

He turned and pulled a sachet of lube out of the bag, handing it to me. I lubed up my dick while watching him do the same with his. The movie stopped playing, and he added more coins. We continued stroking our lubed cocks for a minute, then he reached into the bag again and pulled out the little box. He ripped the top off, pulling out an aluminum bottle with a black lid. He grinned, then cracked it open and took a hit of the poppers. Looking me in the eye to make sure I was paying attention. Then he did it again on the other side. I could see when the rush hit him; he looked so fucking hot, I was salivating. 

He took a minute to enjoy the poppers, then he closed the distance between us and uncapped the bottle under my nose, putting a finger to one nostril and telling me, “Inhale.” I inhaled deeply, and these poppers were a thousand times stronger than anything I’d tried before. The rush was instant, and my reaction was real when the rush hit me like a freight train.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled. Then he put the bottle on the other side, and I inhaled again, deeper this time. The rush is instant and awesome. Especially when he dropped his dick and started stroking mine. The combo of the poppers and his hand on my cock, his masculine grip, was intense, and I slowly breathed out with a low, “Mmm.”

“You like?” He breathed, pumping my dick a little harder in his hand so his fist pushes into me with each stroke.

I bit my lower lip and nodded, “Mmm-hmmm.”

Without missing a stroke, he reached back, pulling the dildo out of the bag, “I think you should try.”

“Oh…now?” I felt suddenly shy.

“Yes,” he grinned, popping open the blister pack. Impressive considering both his hands had lube on them. He pulled the silicone dick out of the packaging and handed it to me. I stared at it for a minute, nervous. It was kinda big in my hand. He handed me another lube sachet, then added more money to the video machine and leaned against the desk that housed the TV, turning to watch me nervously squirt lube onto the dildo. I stroked the lube onto the full length of the dildo, then used the excess on my crack, slipping a finger into my hole quickly to make sure I didn’t hurt myself. I wanted to put on a good show for him, but was keenly aware of how quickly our stack of euros was being eaten by the video machine.

I brought the dildo behind me, awkwardly leaning against the wall as I figured out how to angle it to get the tip into my hole. I pushed slowly, very slowly, and allowed my ass to relax around the tip. I winced and saw him stroking himself as he watched me. I slowly pushed more inches into my hole, bending my legs slightly as I held myself up against the door. When I felt the balls hitting my cheeks, I let out a sigh of relief. Smiling at him as he slowly stroked his dick. I felt my ass clenching on the dildo and started stroking my dick.

He stood up straight, holding his dick with his right hand, then used his left to gesture for me to turn around. I stood slowly, holding the dildo again, but also holding my cock. I spun around with my jeans and underwear now around my ankles and showed him the dildo he bought, plugging my hole.

“Mmm, yes,” he mumbled.

Then I felt his hand move mine away, and he took control of it. I put my free hand on the door to hold myself up and started stroking my dick as he slowly twisted the dildo inside me. “Mmm…fuck,” I breathed out. When I’m in control of it, it’s easy to adjust, but as soon as he took control, I felt shocks shooting into my body with every twist and jiggle.

“Here,” he said, and I felt the cool bottle of poppers pushed into my hand.

I quickly took a hit, then another. He started pumping the dildo as soon as the rush hit me, and I felt that familiar full feeling turn into the prostate massage I desperately needed. I arched my ass backward toward him, bending my knees a little more and stroking my dick furiously. “That feels good,” I whispered.

“Mmmm, you like,” he whispered back to me.

“Yeah,” I breathed heavily.

The room fell silent as the screen cut off. Fritz stopped playing with the dildo, and I heard coins going into the machine. Then a video started playing again, and his hand was back on the balls of the dildo, pulling it out and pushing it in. He started stroking his dick, and I felt his tip start rubbing against the back of my balls. The warmth was amazing, the touching was incredible.

“Mmm,” I hummed as I spread my legs even wider so his stroking would push my balls like a speed bag in the gym. “That feels so good,” I mumbled.

He pulled the popper bottle from my hand and stopped fucking me with the dildo. I heard him inhale, then another inhale. He passed the bottle back to me, and I took a hit as he slowly pulled the dildo out of me, to which I let out a whine. He chuckled, then I felt his real dick tap on my hole. I didn’t know what to say or do, so I breathed in a second hit of the poppers. The rush was instant, and my head started spinning as the head of his cock started trying to replace the dildo. As his foreskin pulled back, his precum-coated tip wet my pucker, and it felt so good I almost pushed my ass onto it, but I knew better.

I craned my neck to see his somewhat blurry, but sexy torso behind me, his muscles ripped as he held my hips and pushed again. This time, I stood a little straighter, and we both groaned as his head nearly pushed into my pucker but fell out. “Do you have a condom?” I asked just as the TV died again.

He quickly spun around, putting coins in the machine. Then he came back over to me, “Condom?” He asked as if confused by the question, rubbing his cock up and down my crack.

“Mmmm, yeah,” I chuckled, “do you have a condom?”

“No, no condom, I didn’t get,” he gestured toward the front of the store. “Do you have condom?” He asked.

I chuckled, knowing that Deanna and I don’t use condoms. I shook my head, no.

He grabbed the poppers from me, then took a hit on both sides and handed them back to me. Quickly, he started stroking his cock on my hole. The tip is leaking precum on my pucker like a faucet. It felt good, really good. I took a hit of the poppers on both sides and started stroking my dick. The rush with my stroking, and his cock teasing my hole was quickly getting me close to blowing my load.

“Mmm…I want to fuck you,” he said, circling his thick cock on my hole.

I stroked my dick faster, “Mmm,” his cock felt so good on my pucker, I wanted it in me so bad. “Not without a condom.” My breathing got heavy.

“Please, let me fuck you.” His hand went up my shirt and stroked my abs, his cock adding pressure on my hole.

I must have lost my mind, but I felt my hole unclench and heard myself say, “Just…don’t cum in me, ok?”

“Mmm, ok,” he pushed in instantly, and we both moaned. His moan more in pleasure, mine more of a whimper of being stretched and filled with no time to adjust.

“Fuck, ahhh,” I hissed. Grabbing the poppers, I inhaled deeply, multiple times on each side. Then I started stroking my cock. Fritz had a hand on each of my hips and was pumping up into me, deep, hard, and raw. It was so intense to feel a raw cock inside me. The way Fritz pumped with such need and passion, his cock bottoming out deep inside me and flexing before pulling back out to do it again. His precum leaking all up and down my chute made it so his cock could glide inside me, and I was loving it.

The TV cut off again.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he mumbled, giving me deep strokes. “No more money, have to hurry,” he said.

I was already close, but when he gripped my hips tighter and started really pounding into me, it really sent me over the edge. “I’m getting close,” I said.

There was a pounding on the door from the other side, and a deep voice said something in French. Fritz shouted something back in French. Then said to me in English, “Need to finish.” His English seemed to be deteriorating the hornier he got. I understood what he meant and stroked my dick faster, clenching my hole around his raw cock.

“I’m about to cum,” I whispered.

“Yes, cum,” he said, breathing heavy.

The permission was all I needed. Feeling him pumping into me, hitting my prostate just right, I angled my ass harder into him, getting a few more pumps of my cock before I stretched up on my toes and felt my body tighten to his thrusting. “Fuck, mmmmph,” I whispered and pumped the first wad of my cum out, splattering the door, then the next. “Ungh…fuck,” I moaned, feeling my balls empty onto the floor.

The guy pounded on the door again. Yelling again in French, Fritz yelled back in French. Holding my waist tight, “Have to finish,” he said, adding. “Can I cum?”

I was breathless, still pumping the last of my orgasm out, and said, “Yes, cum.”

“Inside? Please…mmm…please?” He begged.

I didn’t give it a second thought, “Yes, mmm…yes,” I moaned, arching my back and squeezing my cock.

He pulled hard on my hips, as if he had been on the edge the entire time, and shoved his cock deep. He moaned as his cock pumped, spasmed, and I was suddenly wet inside. He pulled back and coated my chute with the next wad of cum, and smeared it deep into me. “Mmmm,” he huffed as he pushed his cock deep, letting the last of his orgasm subside as the man on the other side of the door pounded and shouted in French again. “Ungh…” Fritz moaned and whined at the same time. “We have to leave,” he said, pulling out of my ass. I felt the slickness of his cum inside me as he pulled out. The wetness was unreal. I have no idea how much cum he dumped inside me, but I didn’t have time to think about it. He was already pulling up his underwear and tucking himself away.

I followed suit, clenching my ass as tight as I could so it didn’t leak into my boxer briefs. I turned around, and he had the bag of goodies and handed them to me as he unlocked the door, and we practically ran out of the store.

We went a few blocks before stopping to catch our breath. We didn’t say anything outside of the odd chuckle from me as I let it sink in what we just did.

“You want another drink?” He asked.

I looked at my watch, and it was late. I shook my head, “I have a wedding tomorrow, I should get back to my hotel.”

His face showed his disappointment. “Well, maybe I can see you after?”

“Maybe,” I smiled, then offered him a fist bump.

I went back to the hotel and tucked my bag of goodies away, took a quick shower, then crawled into bed with Deanna and went to sleep.