pressed his ass up against me pushed back into me, “plus dur.. plus dur” he moaned.I took his cue and thrust harder into him, my balls slapped his ass with every stroke. His head shook in approval. “Oui,” he said.“Plus rapide…rapide.” I knew that meant faster so I really gave it to the Frenchman and pounded him with everything I had.

He arched his back and gripped my cock tight with his ass, milked me until I couldn’t take it anymore. Quickly I pulled out of his ass and slipped off the condom in time to shoot a big load on his back. I shot a second and a third, which covered his lower back and ass. I slapped his ass with my limp cock, smeared my cum all over his smooth cheeks not stopping until I was completely spent. After I was satisfied I lay down on the bed, Jean Paul rolled over and laid his head on my shoulder.

My layover ended up being for the whole weekend, and I spent all of it in Jean Paul’s bed. I guess you could count that as one of my longest relationships. That was about a month ago. Since then Jean Paul has called and emailed regularly. Of course I’ll stay in touch with him just in case I ever have another layover.