A lot has been said for commitment, for finding the one person to share your life with forever and ever… blah blah blah. But that’s never been my style. I’ve never needed or wanted someone to have forever. I haven’t even wanted them to spend the whole night. I’ve always been perfectly content with a one-night stand. As a matter of fact I have preferred it. I’ve always had that attitude when it came to sex. For me sex has been just a physical thing, just a need that had to be met.

One might think that unconventional or rather animalistic but it’s allowed me to experience some of the most delicious men in the world. As a flight attendant I’ve managed to travel all over and sample the best this fine earth has to offer. That’s something I would have never been able to do if I had a husband tying me down.

I remember the last time I was in France. We had a layover, which was only supposed to be for four hours. However due to a horrible blizzard, we would have to stay the whole night and maybe more if things didn’t let up. Of course staying a night was just fine with me. I had already made eye contact with a couple of Frenchmen in the plane. I was sure any one of them would be willing to let a little American boy like me spend the night.

It wasn’t long after I got my luggage that one of the passengers I had been eyeing came up to me and offered in his best English to buy me a drink in his best English. Of course I agreed. His accent was just adorable, and thanks to some body language and the little bit of French I spoke we managed to understand each other. We went to one of the airport bars and had a few drinks. After a couple of drinks I was feeling mighty good and completely enthralled with Jean Paul. I uttered to him one of the few phrases I knew well: “je veux sucer votre robinet.” It translated to I want to suck your cock. Jean Paul responded with a huge grin. He grabbed his already hardening rod and shook it at me. French guys were so cute.

Together we made our way out of the airport to his apartment. It was a beautiful two-bedroom loft with a nice view of the city. He showed me around the place. I couldn’t help but admire his exquisite taste in furniture. It was obvious this man loved the good life. We got to his bedroom and he didn’t waste anytime with foreplay. His hand reached for my crotch. He pulled at me through the fabric. I pulled him towards me and kissed him hard. He started to unbuckle my pants. He let them fall to the floor along with my boxers; his hands then went back to my semi hard cock, stroking me until I was fully erect.

He wasted no time getting to his knees and burying his head in my crotch. He took me down to the root. I stood there with my hands on the back of his head thrusting into his eager mouth, fucking his throat with desperation. He took everything I gave him with no problems. French guys were so good at giving head. This I knew well, most other guys would have already choked or gagged on my tool. Instead this guy took it all and then some, stopping only to chew on