Ah...Prague in spring. Magnificent.
MM and I are on a group tour of Eastern Europe with 10 others plus our young French tour leader, Pierre. It was not our intention to play with anyone necessarily while we were on the road, unless a good opportunity presented itself. I didn’t want any sexual pressure, I was on holidays ... from everything.
Of course MM is a firm believer in opportunities being arranged to present themselves!
So....we’d been travelling only a few days when, over dinner at a romantic medieval restaurant in the city centre, MM (who was using the opportunity to practice his French with Pierre), disclosed to Pierre that we are a ‘liberated couple’. Pierre apparently blushed quite deeply in the gloom of the restaurant (I was sitting at the other end of the table and had no idea what they were saying - in fact no-one else in the group did, because fortunately no-one else understood French) at the realisation of what MM was proposing. MM told me later about the conversation, and I must admit I was attracted to him. He was only 29 years old, but he had a gallic charm, he was cool, and was good looking. If he was curious about a threesome. I knew it was going to change the whole dynamics of our tour group, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this, he was also under the age radar but, who am I to disappoint him. Going back to the concept of me being unable to say no, I was excited about the idea but didn’t want to push it as MM does.
Now when travelling with a group it can be difficult to arrange a discreet fuck with your tour leader, so it was almost good luck when we ran into Pierre alone in a coffee shop the next day. We invited ourselves up to his room. After a bottle of local red wine (not terrific - the Czech beer is much better), and the obligatory small talk, we were all feeling a little less nervous. Pierre was complaining about sore muscles so I, with MM’s urging, offered to give him a massage. He and I showered separately, and MM suggested to him that he be completely nude for the massage. MM insisted that I was at least topless. I kept my g-string on for the moment, but as the massage progressed and Pierre turned over on to his back, MM managed to dispose of that too. I kissed Pierre and slowly worked my tongue down to his uncircumsised cock. He wasn’t yet hard. It’s very common with guys on their first experience - performance anxiety.
However, I am, I must say, a pretty damn good cock-sucker, so it wasn’t soft for long. His cock was quite long, not thick.
Pierre turned out to be a very good lover. He used his slim cock well: alternating slow and long, short and fast jabs, with my legs high on his shoulders. I was having a good time. Eventually, I invited MM to join in, so we rearranged ourselves into a DP position, MM in my cunt and Pierre in my arse. Pierre claimed it was his first anal experience, but I doubt it. DP for me can be a bit too much, but the boys, particularly MM love it. MM particularly likes the extreme tightness and pressure on his cock whether he’s in my cunt or arse. When MM came inside me, Pierre couldn’t hold back and emptied into his condom in my derriere.
A couple of days later, we were at Teplice, further north in the Czech Republic, staying in a wonderful little pension in the mountains. Pierre had the only other room on the top level next to us, so when we invited him in to our room late in the evening, he said “pourquoi pas...”. This time he did not hesitate, and was ready to fuck me. He was keen and excited. I sucked his cock lovingly. He was a really gentle guy, but I had to sit on top and act like a porn star. MM fucked me doggy style, and I sucked Pierre’s cock again. He moaned...he loved it. He fucked me hard from behind with my legs spread wide. He came very soon. MM fucked me from the side so Pierre could watch his cock sliding in and out, until MM came as well. I say to Pierre that I like him, I kiss him, he dresses quickly and leaves
However, despite all the action and excitement, it didn’t feel quite right, or as satisfying as the previous time in Prague. Pierre was very keen to leave as soon as he had come. I realised that it would have been better for all if we’d only done it the once.
During the following days, in southern Poland and Slovakia, we became aware that Pierre was avoiding us. The dynamics had change dramatically. Of course, in the group we needed to be discreet, and I had been avoiding eye contact with him. I had actually become a bit smitten with him: he was young and he was a cool dude.
So it was very disappointing that he became cold and estranged from both of us for the last week of the trip to Budapest. As each day passed, I was getting increasingly tired, stressed and emotional. Also more pre-menstrual. The tension with Pierre was driving me crazy, as he paid us less and less attention. I was desperate to have a private talk with him before we said good-bye, but the opportunity never arose. On the last night we went with the group to a final dinner in Budapest. After the meal we all said our good-byes. my eyes are watering with emotion. At that moment I hated Pierre. I hated the emotional ride, the sexual pressure.
We never heard from Pierre again, even though MM sent a couple of emails to him. No response.....
We found out later that he had a girlfriend in London, even though he’d told us that he was single and hadn’t had a root in 3 months. He had told us a few fibs, so again the ‘young guy’ syndrome was proven. I prefer my men to be 35 or older. They are more mature, more experienced, and usually more honest. With Pierre we had also broken our rule about only playing with people who had made a conscious decision to do so.
