Hi. My name is Paolo and I want to tell you about my holiday in Marseilles. As you can imagine from my name my grandparents were Italian but I was born and raised in England. My only connection with Italy is my swarthy complexion and raging libido. Well aren't all Italian men supposed to be continually hard and horny? Perhaps it was just my twenty two yr old body doing what came naturally but my cock was rarely lower than half mast and being well endowed ( nine inches hard ) I attracted a lot af attention from other guys.
I had known I was gay from an early age and came out to my family on my eighteenth birthday. They took it well and supported me through college but having got my degree they were happy that I wanted to travel a bit before settling down in one place and putting down roots.
After about six months working at a lumber yard to earn the fare I decided to spend a summer touring round the Med. and booked a flight to Marseilles as a good place to start. Now I was stepping out of a taxi and feeling the heat on my fit, work-hardened body.
I had booked into the cheapest hotel I could find and hoisting my bag over my shoulder I made my way inside. I was greeted by a very attractive young lady behind a desk. Her eyes twinkled as our gaze met and she shook my hand and welcomed me to her establishment.
My rusty schoolboy French, unused for many years, enabled me to explain myself and our conversation continued with the feeling for me that she was flirting a little.
Mmm, a very attractive lady but I was certainly on the other team and I didn't want to lead her on. I dropped into the conversation as best I could that I was gay and she chuckled.
"All the best ones are taken," she said with a strong accent. "You need to speak to mon frere Jean-Claude."
I raised an eyebrow as she rang the concierge bell, We heard footsteps coming down the hallway and a cute, petite young guy appeared, He was fit looking and wirey and was drying his hands on a black apron. When I looked at his youthful face I was surprised to see a streak of eye liner below each eye and a smudge of lipstick on his full, pouty lips.
Ah ha! So this was the brother, Gay or what??
"Hi," he said and picked up my bag easily. He looked at his sister.
"Room number, Regine?" and he held out his hand as his sister passed him an oldfashioned key.
"Sixtynine," she replied with a wink to me.
"Come with me," he said. "I will take you up," and he batted his sexy eye lashes and winked.
As he walked ahead of me I noticed his firm arse as he minced along. OK so if you had it then flaunt it, and he certainly was.
After turning and giving me a hard look from head to toe he took the stairs and almost ran up, showing off his fit, strong legs and muscled buttocks. He may have been small of stature but his body was fit and toned and I struggled to keep up with him as he took the stairs two at a time. I was panting and nearly drooling when we reached the room. He held the door open and brushed against me as I squeezed past. Then he dumped my bag on the bed and flopped down beside it.
"It's good to have you here. I hope we can have some fun together. I like to exercise and stay fit and you have a great bed for that," he said as he bounced up and down on the springy mattress. "I have personally tried it several times. Much better with two."
