That is without counting the incredible circus sex I had with mister photographer in what was clearly his mother’s house.
Can’t have it all, Leo. Can’t have it all.
I felt comfortable. I’d usually be nervous as hell and hardly ever eat on those kinds of dates, but Jimmy, Nicolas and his unnamed ‘very French’ boyfriend put me at ease. We went to a sushi bar, and Jimmy ordered the entire menu. I was the only person going for the vegetable pieces, and I was scarfing them one by one.
Le boyfriend was a tad irritating, but I blamed that on the Parisianness of it all.
‘How could you like Marie Antoinette? I wish she was here! I’d cut her head!’ he shouted at some point in the thickest French accent.
There was a lot of hand moving and voice raising from his part. He had obviously encountered the argument before. One dynamic I couldn’t quite wrap my head around though, was Nicolas. He kept touching my leg every time he spoke to me. And even casually having his leg very close to mine. It was a small restaurant, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Or not. French people are slags. So, no surprises there.
We walked away from the restaurant after Jimmy paid for the entire bill. Something like £600 for the four of us. The man had cash to spend. He put his arm around me and gave me a little peck on the cheek.
‘You good to go?’ he whispered, tenderly.
‘Yeah, absolutely. Thanks for dinner.’
He seemed to be enjoying himself.
‘How’s that one down there?’ Nicolas suggested, while pointing at a very loud, dark bar with a queue of very attractive gay men trying to get in. Just like the restaurants and a majority of apartments in Paris, the bar was tiny and jam packed.
With sausage.
Nicolas went to speak to the bouncer. His little tight jeans made his bum appear disproportionately big compared to the rest of his body. While Jimmy looked like he was an everyday cycler, his friend plain looked like he had some serious injections. He seemed the type anyway. His upper lip was plump, and he looked like he’d do a sunbed on the daily, for sure. Not my type, but I could see why others may have taken a liking in him. He was very outgoing and loud.
He explained he had grown up in South America, so that would probably line up with his behaviour.
Only a few seconds later, and we were in.
Sara would have been proud. This was her specialty too.
The boyfriend left us to work at home, like a bore. No one would miss him, though. As soon as I walked in, I felt arms trying to hug me from behind. It was Nicolas.
‘So, what would you like to drink?’ he asked, very close to my ear.
No doubt he was flirting with me. I indulged it. It wasn’t often I’d see so many guys trying so hard to get into my pants.
‘Gin & Tonic?’ I said.
‘Right away,’ he conceded.
Jimmy didn’t seem to mind, but I didn’t want to push it. After all, I didn’t want to be thrown onto the streets for being a hoe on our arrangement.
I got my drink, and it was huge. I forgot how much more generous the rest of Europe could be when serving drinks. The music was cool, very camp. The dance floor was hot. People were dancing on each other. It was sweaty, but in a good way. I wasn’t much of a club dancer, but as soon as the alcohol hit, I would get down and dirty, to then regret it the day after.
Nicolas? That was his element. The guy could dance, and he did that with just about anybody. Jimmy was shyer, but he was still game. He was more focused on me having fun, which I thought was nice. And he made sure I never had an empty glass in my hand, which was even nicer.
We got home at around 2 a.m. Per Nicolas’ idea we’d chill at home with more music and drinks. I was already seeing double, but I could potentially drink a bit more. We sat on the sofa and got comfortable. Nicolas was only wearing boxer shorts, and Jimmy removed his socks and his jacket. I got hot very easily, so I also decided to strip to my pants.
‘Nice bulge, mister,’ Nicolas emphasised.
I was flattered.
‘So, what’s your opinion on French men, Leo?’ he slurred.
Jimmy had his arm around my neck.
‘They’re very direct, monsieur,’ I admitted. ‘But many of them are handsome devils. You sure we’re not bothering the boyfriend, by the way?’
I didn’t want him to have a heart attack seeing us all lying on each other.
‘Non, he’s upstairs, sleeping like a log,’ he chortled. ‘I’m more nocturnal,’ he said while sipping his drink and putting his legs on the sofa.
I had a vague idea of where it was all going, but I wasn’t sure if it had been planned in advance. I felt equal parts cornered and intrigued. Jimmy didn’t seem to have much of a reaction.
‘So, have you guys fucked in Paris, yet?’
That was Nicolas’ way to get to know Jimmy’s new friend, apparently.
‘We have not,’ Jimmy expressed. ‘I suppose we are waiting for you to go sleep.’
I turned to Jimmy almost surprised he’d been so straightforward.
‘Ah, you don’t have to worry about me,’ Nicolas replied, while lighting a joint. ‘You guys want one too?’ He offered, while reaching for a box full of them.
‘I’ll take one.’ Jimmy took one and lit it himself. ‘We can share one if you want.’
I wasn’t one for drugs; none of them had ever appealed to me. Also, as embarrassing as it was, I couldn’t physically smoke. I just couldn’t do it properly since I had only tried once, when I was maybe thirteen. The so-called ‘weed scent’ was hard to ignore on my clothing, especially for such a detective like my mother. She didn’t react very well, likely due to my father’s weakness for recreational drugs.
I declined and put my legs on the sofa, slightly touching Nicolas feet and I laid my head on Jimmy’s chest.
‘Shall we play a game or something?’ Nicolas asked while puffing away. Relaxed as ever.
‘I think I’m a little too drunk for games,’ I cautioned. ‘I’d lose straight away.’
Jimmy laughed, lightly.
‘Oh, that’s no fun,’ Nicolas groaned. ‘Maybe I should just go to sleep,’
‘No, please stay,’ said Jimmy. ‘Or at least give your guest a goodnight kiss!’
I turned around to Jimmy; he knew what he was doing.
‘Well, if you insist.’ Nicolas put the joint down and crawled towards me, going over my distended legs and being effectively on top of me.
‘Goodnight?’ he said, with his face one inch away from mine. He grabbed the back of my head and put his tongue in my mouth, softly, but deep. Meanwhile, Jimmy was putting his hands under my pants. I was getting hard. Nicolas then moved onto Jimmy and kissed him as well. I was getting hot. They took my t-shirt off together, while I removed Nicolas’ soon after. His body was chiselled, waxed chest, tanned. Jimmy was kissing my neck from behind and playing with my cock, now fully hard. I was worried about this activity being done in the open, in the living room, but neither one seemed concerned. Maybe this was an occasion that happened relatively often.
My pants came off, and Nicolas immediately reached for my cock to shove it in his mouth. I wasn’t sure who was the better sucker between the two, but they both made me feel really good. Jimmy got up to grab the joint from the table and re-lit it. He was standing up watching Nicolas slobbering all over my dick and touching himself. Two puffs later and he handed me the doobie. I had no choice but to try and smoke it. Seemed easy enough. I put my head down, and Jimmy joined to suck my cock along with Nicolas. Not sure if the weed was having its effect but having two warm mouths fighting over pleasuring me and making out together was an exciting feeling.