This is a fictional story I wrote a few years back. I did travel in France after college and did stay with a country family but the events of this story never happened. I hope you enjoy it. Show your appreciation with a donation to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org Stay hard, tommy.
French Cabin Sex
When I was 24 years old, I had saved a few bucks and decided that I would fulfill one of my life's dreams which was to backpack across Europe. I had been traveling by train along the coast in France. On the train, I had shared a cabin with a very handsome French man and his son. The man looked to be in his early forties, with sharp defined angular features, black wavy hair and deep brown eyes. His son was about 8 or 9 years old with lighter hair but with all the facial features of his father. I tried to make conversation with the man but was very bad at it since my French and his English were both limited. I could understand more than I spoke and could make out that the man had taken his son to a doctor in a neighboring town because his regular doctor had suffered some sort of accident.
I had been away from my cabin on the train when we came near my designated stop where I knew there was a youth hostel. By the time I fetched my bags from the cabin and got to the door, the train had started again, much to my dismay. I had to make a decision to either stop at the next stop, a small country town, or to travel on to the bigger city of Rennes. I chose to get off at the smaller town stop, thinking it might be less intimidating than a big city. At worst, I could sleep in the train station. As I carried my bag to the door, the man from my cabin smiled and said that he lived outside of town and that he hoped I would enjoy my stay. I tried to ask him if there was a place to get a room for the night, but I think I asked him if I could stay at his house.
When we got off the train, he was greeted by his wife, a beautiful blonde French woman dressed in a simple farmer's dress. Beside her were four handsome boys, who looked to be from about 10 to 17 years old, a little girl about 2, and a beautiful little blonde girl about 5 or 6 years old. The man greeted all of them with kisses on both cheeks and took his wife in his arms as if he had been gone for weeks. I noticed he was talking in her ear and she smiled at me and extended her hand to greet me. I had spent most of my time in Paris, so I had not known the warmth of the French people. It was obvious to me that the family was welcoming me to their home. The family walked to a flat bed truck and the boys motioned for me to join them in back as the husband, wife, and girls got in the cab.
The countryside was beautiful in the area. Didier and Babette lived in a small stone house in the country on a small piece of land. There was one large barn and a small hut near the barn. Didier had the oldest boy, Marc, take my bags and show me to the small hut. Inside was a wooden pallet with a wool blanket to sleep on. The one room hut was inviting with the spring sun shining through windows on both sides. Ot was early spring so things were warming up. Marc showed me a pump near the barn where I could get water and wash my face and then escorted me down a path to the outhouse. After this brief tour, he led me back to the main house where I was treated to a meal of roast chicken, herb potatoes, and delicious herb bread along with as much wine as I could consume. The family lived a humble life but seemed to be lacking in nothing.
It was fairly early in the evening but the family let me know it was time to retire. Marc took me out to the hut and made sure I had everything I needed. I admired his hospitality but also admired his youthful good looks. He told me he was 17 years old and he looked like a younger version of his father with olive colored skin, beautiful white teeth, a dazzling smile, and thick wavy longish dark brown hair. He was wearing a flannel shirt opened about three buttons down, exposing nice pecs and very pale skin as smooth as silk. The sleeves were rolled, exposing equally hairless lean muscled forearms. His jeans were tight on his thick thighs and rounded butt. He had spoken a little English at dinner and told me he hoped to one day ride in the Tour de France. His development from biking was obvious under the tight denim. It seemed that he hesitated as he started to pull my door shut, as if he wanted to either stay with me or talk to me. But he flashed that great smile and shut the door behind him, giving me my privacy.
I stripped down to my newly acquired skimpy briefs and climbed under the wool blanket. It had been a long day of traveling and I was beat. I fell asleep right away. There was no latch on the door but this family lived in the country pretty far from any neighbors and I felt safe. I was in a deep slumber when a noise awoke me. I could tell that someone had opened the door to the hut and my heart started pounding hard, wondering who would be coming in. In the moonlight that was coming through the windows, I could see that it was Marc who had entered the cabin. He was shirtless and had on a pair of thin white muslin drawstring shorts. I left my eyes only part way open and watched as he came closer and stood over the bed. He was in the moonlight while I was lying more within the shadows.
I had kicked my covers down because the night was warm. The French briefs were my only piece of clothing. The boy was treated to the sight of my bubble butt barely encased in the thin fabric. I could see that he had begun to rub along his inner thigh on the right with one hand while his other hand reached up and rubbed his chest. I could feel my cock get hard and squirmed a bit, spreading my legs a bit wider and raising my butt up in the air just a bit further for the boy's enjoyment. I think if his eyes were anywhere but on my body, he would have known I was awake. I was watching him stroke the ever lengthening bulge along one leg of the homespun underwear.
It was obvious that the boy had sex in mind but I was pretty sure he was just gonna jack off looking at me. He seemed kind of young and I was a bit inhibited by that, but not much so. As I watched him, he reached down with both hands and untied the string which held the cotton shorts on his slim hips. Immediately, they slid completely off his body and I had to suppress a moan when his dick popped up in full view. It arched out a bit from his body but the sheer weight of it kept it from going to full hard.
The fucking tool looked to be over ten inches long and as big around as my wrist. Its head was covered by a thickened smooth foreskin which had a thin dribble of clear precum dripping out of the puckered end. The boy's entire body was smooth except for a thick black bush which surrounded his hot prick. Under the thick shaft were two bullnuts, hanging low in their smooth sac, swinging in the night air as the boy kicked the shorts away from his ankles.
I had made enough sound that I was sure that the hung boy knew I was awake but he didn't let on that he knew. I continued to watch as he spit in his right hand and ran the wet hand from his pubes down the long hard cock to tug at the foreskin, pulling his big dick down further from his body. He reached back up and cupped his big balls in one hand and twisted them while he reached down with his left hand and pulled the heavy skin back from the head of his dick, exposing the shiny slick piss-slit in the moonlight. He continued to tug his big nuts down from his smooth muscular body as he manipulated the foreskin up and down at the end of the incredibly long shaft. I could hear the sloppy wet sound as the pre fuckjuices collected around his thick hood, which was being worked up and down the rod by his muscled fist.
I groaned a little more, mainly so he'd know I was enjoying the show, and rolled over on to my back, exposing my groin to his view. My cock had shot up to its full seven inches and I could see its outline in the moonlight, thick under the briefs with about 2 inches of the head exposed above the waistband of the skimpy French underwear. By squirming my hips a bit more I was able to work about two more inches of my rockhard cock out above the waistband, wanting to give the boy the best show I could.
By now, Marc was jacking off at full tilt. The cock he was holding could not be contained in two fists around it. I marveled at the fact that almost 4 inches of cockhead and shaft protruded from the two hands jacking along the meaty dick. I watched as his abdominals tightened into rippled mounds along his torso, his pecs pronounced as tight mounds as his strong arms worked his muscled hands back and forth along the cum slick dick. His ass would tighten up at times as he dropped his hands and his cock fucked into the open air seeking release. The sight had made my cock begin to dribble against my abdomen. There was nothing I wanted more than to be as naked as he was, jacking my cock.
I decided to go for broke, bent one leg up catching the front of my briefs with my foot, and peeled the material down over my own muscled thighs, kicking them off the end of the cot. The teenage boy let out a groan as my full cock came into view, rock hard and clinging tight against my abdominals, my usually low hanging nuts pulled up high due to my high state of sexual arousal.
I had not jacked off or had sex for over a week so my cock was leaking a steady stream of drool over my lower stomach. By now, my eyes were wide open, taking in the sight of the muscled farmboy jacking the most huge cock I had ever seen in person. I reached down and began to stroke my hand along my own meat, teasing my balls with my fingertips, pulling the stiff cock away from my body and letting it slap back wetly against my groin.
With this display, I saw the brilliant white smile of the boy as he climbed onto the cot and placed his cock alongside my own. Both dicks were covered in our own juices and the combination of ours together made the two pieces of thick meat slither and slide on each other. I reached down and cupped the boy's incredibly smooth butt in my hands, pulling his enormous cock tighter against my body. He moaned again and I felt a large spurt of precum between our bodies as his overactive cock fired a preparatory shot.
I slid my hands up along his muscled back until I had my hands in his soft black hair, pulling his head down to my chest. He took the cue and began to tongue my left nipple before applying his lips and sucking the hell out of the hard tip. He seemed to be turned on by the light hair on my chest as he continued to lick across my hairy pecs while his big uncut cock slid into the groove where my thigh began and began fuck motions in the pool of cockdrool there.
My cock was getting all the attention it needed as the thickness of his fucktool made constant contact with my meat. At times, he would do a pushup off my body and grind his thick fuckrod against the muscles of my abdomen. When we were lined up cock to cock, balls to balls, his long rod extended well above my navel to the base of my chest. I was in awe of the size of his cock especially on such a lean boy, about 6 foot tall and weighing at most 155 pounds of solid lean muscle.
It was obvious this boy was no novice to this type of sexplay as he expertly flipped me onto my stomach and began sawing his meat along the smooth crack between my tightly muscled asscheeks. I almost came as he leaned forward and began to lick the sides of my neck and bite on my ear. I could feel the thick head of his cock begin to spread my assmounds and worm its way between the clenched muscled cheeks.
I certainly wasn't ready for what happened next. The teenaged boy lifted himself off me, and began to lick at the cheeks of my butt until his tongue was lapping at my crack. I heard him spit at the beginning of my cleft and felt the spit running down along the crevice until it rolled over my hot asshole. He spit one more time in his hand and coated the head of his monster with it. I looked back and saw that he was smiling at me while he slowly worked the spit all over the head of his cock. As he lowered himself down again, the big cock slid between my spit slickened cheeks until the fat dickhead was lodged right at my hole, adding its sticky fuckgoo to his saliva on my tight anus.
The French boy was obviously experienced in fucking with his large tool as he began to work the fleshy head back and forth over the sensitive flesh of my anus. I tried to relax, thinking that I was nuts to try taking this big of a cock since I rarely even played with my ass. He laid on top of me and I felt his smooth muscled body warm on my own.
As he used the force of his strong muscled biker's butt, I could feel the cockhead slowly open my tight hole. He would go just a tiny bit in then pull out and work his cock in the spit in my crack to get it wetter before plunging just a bit deeper. I swear I couldn't even tell when the head went in me. Maybe it was because he was uncut or maybe real thick dicks are easier to take. All I know is that I could feel just a little pressure and then he was actively sawing his cock in and out of me.
I looked back and he had lifted himself up on his extended arms and was slowly working about half of his cock in and out of my hole. He looked incredible, solid muscled chest bulging, hips pumping, all the while looking up at me with a big smile on his young face. Occasionally, I would raise my butt up to drive his cock in deeper, but it usually caused me to yelp in pain. He recognized my limits. I think he was used to fucking either guys or girls who couldn't take it all because he only fucked me with six or seven inches of it. I stayed hard through the entire fuck.
As his huge dick plunged into my meaty ass faster and more vigorous;y, I raised up on all fours while he continued to pump my butt with his massive cock. I began to jack my thick seven inches in earnest as he continued to plow me. I lost it when he laid himself over my back, encircling me with his arms. His fingers caught both nipples and began to twist them. At the same time, he began to lick at the back of my neck. If you knew me at all, you'd learn that my neck is the most sensitive part of my body. When he started to bite my neck right below the base of my skull, it was too much. I arched back and let fly with gobs of cum in six or seven healthy spurts all over the wall behind the cot. The boy gave a powerful thrust and the final three or four inches were deep up in me as he filled my butt with his hot load of youthful jizz.
He never went soft and pulled out a bit before slowly fucking back and forth in my sloppy cumfilled hole for a few more times. I know the romantics would say they wanted the guy's cock to stay in them as long as it could. I wanted to get that big slab of meat out of me as quick as possible before the kid thought he might get another chance to fuck me. I could tell my tiny butthole would be paying in the morning. I pulled forward and heard it sloppily plop out of me, dripping hot young spooge onto my bed..
I must admit the boy looked incredible, there on his knees with his half hard cum-covered cock hanging down soft at least seven or eight inches, that wonderful smile still on his face. But I had had enough. I think the boy would get in trouble if he wasn't in his bed by morning because he made no effort to hang around, just donned his drawstring shorts, kissed me on the cheek, and covered me with the coarse wool blanket.
I left the family after breakfast the next morning, thanking them for their hospitality. Marc and I seemed to have no problems ignoring what had passed between us the night before. Our relationship remained cordial. My butt felt used but was surprisingly unscathed by my nighttime adventure with the big-dicked teen.