Bear with me, is one of the more spontaneous things I’ve ever done. Even now, I still find myself excited at the thought, aching to do it all over again.
I’m twenty-three, about five-eleven. Covered in hair, about average size with an above average cock. Long, thick, but not too much of either. I’ve been told, “daddy vibes,” and accepted that. Having started grad school, I’d decided last minute to take a solo-trip to Paris, really get out there and see the world. Felt like Covid had taken some of that from me, the boyish freedom. Can’t say online classes living at home was great for the sex life.
It was amazing all around, a gorgeous city full of life, but in those nights, I found myself wanting something even more passionate. I wanted that no-strings attached night you fantasize about, a situation only made worse by life in the hostel. Shared bathroom, hardly isolated pods. Wasn’t like I could stroke, bring a guest. Grindr wasn’t helpful either, dudes not my type only feet away, trying for something quick and dirty in the bathroom. All this to say, I became pent up, desperate for a release. I’d feel my cock swell, beads of pre-cum drip down as I resisted the urges. Good things come to those who wait.