Things I've never told anyone - The guy in Paris

One Summer I spent with a Europass and traveled around all of Western Europe. You would think that a curious guy in a foreign county alone, never going to see anyone again would go all out and explore every option available, but alas I didn't. I'm boring that way, I cared more about seeing the cities and the museums that I didn about the individual people.

Anyway, there was a time when I was in Paris, slightly homesick, drinking a bottle of wine from a brown paper bag along the banks of the Seine at a covered industrial area somewhere just up river the Notra Dame. It was like a promenade along the river, and I though that I was the only one around. Little did I know that I had just stumbled into a anonymous hookup site filled with guy on guy sex hidden just a few feet from where I was sitting watching the river flow by.

So I'm sitting there and a jogger jogs by, nice body, shirtless, the running shorts, try not to look, A few seconds later the same jogger is back and is talking to me. and before I know it we've walked around the wall where there were about twenty guys doing things that I hadn't even seen in porn magazines, pairs, singles, threesomes, and this jogger is all over my body.

Let me say that at this point I was clueless when it came to guy on guy stuff. I'd never seen a foreskin, had no idea what a top or a bottom was, so I was just pure ignorant instinct at this point. I mentioned that I had a hotel room and he asked if we could go there. So some how we got a cab, made it to my hotel room, and while I was struggling with the laces on my shoes this guy was already naked and on my bed. I think I ended up just pulling my shoes off, getting naked and getting on the bed.

The next part is a bit hazy but there are parts of it that I remember distinctly. Somehow I was on my back, he was laying on top of me, and I started to put my erected penis into this guys asshole. I didn't know the protocol, I didn't know that lube was needed, I didn't know that things needed to be cleaned, but mostly I didn't know that he was a top and really didn't like a penis trying to get into his ass. The next thing I remember is being in a bed in Paris in the late afternoon, having a erection and alone. I don't remember sucking his cock, and I don't think that he sucked my cock, so other than rubbing our naked bodies together, the event was a total bust.

Maybe, thinking back on it, the instinct to being a top was just inherent. I know a bit more about guy on guy stuff now, and if I had to reenact the encounter now I would have spent more time along the riverbank and wouldn't have gone anywhere unless my cock had been balls deep in the guys mouth. Maybe I would have wondered around with my cock out watching the other guys till I came from jacking off.