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Subject: French Patrice’s little cock French Patrice’s little cock Now it must be my turn to contribute with a story from the real world. At a relatively mature age, I found out that I am bisexual. I am 54 years old, my name is Lars and I have actually only been with quite a few guys in my life since I am married and have family with children. I’m not open about my bisexual as it is quite clear to me that my wife will not be able to live with that and the family would not be able to accept. Since this is a true story I have changed names, places etc. Sometimes I am in Tenerife in connection with my work. I usually extend the stay by a week or two and usually rent an apartment or bungalow. Sometimes the family travels along with me all or some of the time. This time, the family had not yet arrived. One morning around 05.30 PM after having been working late at night I went to bed and logged in to Grindr before going to sleep. Here was an active profile of a young and absolutely delicious young french guy who was not looking for anything specific. However, it was told I the profile that he was bottom only, which I myself only am and that he was not into drugs etc. I dared to write to him, even though I thought the age difference was probably too big for him, – “It is a pity that we were both bottoms, but I thought you had an exciting profile and looked really handsome and sexy.” It was a wild shot, but to my surprise he wrote back, – “I can only be bottom as my dick is very small.” I simply had to answer, – “I don’t think it’s the size that’s interesting, but what the dick can be used for :)”. He quickly wrote back, – “Size is important, so I can’t be a good and active top or lover. You will also just be disappointed with how small a cock I have and I will not be able satisfy you or any other for that matter”. Now I got really interested in how small that cock could be. At the same time, I could from the chat clearly read his complexes over the size of his dick. I kept the chat going and he said his name was Patrice, coming from Paris and he was 22 years old. He had moved from a small village in Bregtagne to the big city, as he felt everyone could look at him as a gay guy. At the same time, he kept telling me how sorry he was about the size of his dick, and apologizing for it. He told me he had just come home from a birthday party with someone he knew and I sensed that he might also be a little drunk. He seemed sweet, vulnerable, loving and somehow all alone. It was simply so loving, a little sad but also naughty to chat with this delicious guy who I could be a father to while I was lying in my bed and playing with my own cock. He wrote several times that if he hadn’t had such a small dick, he would have liked to come by and fuck me. It was an invitation to me, after all. I kept the chat running and along the way he told me that he had actually never had sex other than where he and a guy had played their own dicks as well as jerking each other’s dicks off. He became more and more confident in what he was saying and eventually I was lured him to tell me that the size of his cock was 14 cm. To that I wrote, – “That size is really very average and not what I think is small all things considered”. After a little further chat, I also wrote, – “If you want you can come and I’ll give you a blowjob”. I could read the disbelief out of his answer, – “Why should I disappoint you with my micro small cock when there are other big ones you can choose?”. After all, it can be hard to explain and convince him that it was not the size of his dick, but him as a person who attracted me. Out of the blue sky, he asked, – “Which hotel are you staying at? Are you alone”. What an invitation! It turned out that he lived in a hotel 500 m from mine, and I once again offered that he could come and we could have fun together. He wrote back, – “Do you really mean that. I have such a small cock that no one can enjoy it. It can only disappoint you”. I assured that I meant what I had written. Patrice wrote out of the blue return, – “Do you really want to suck such a small cock? Do you really think we can play with each other, kiss, cuddle and have fun? “. I wrote, – “A cock is a cock and can squirt and pleasure regardless of its size. You’ve jerked your dick yourself done the same to other guys too? So why shouldn’t I make you cum? By the way, I don’t think your cock sounds very small at all”. I could almost read the disbelief and inferiority complexes in his response, – “But a little dick can’t fuck and therefore can’t please anyone, so why would you give me a blowjob?”. I felt a caring and love for this guy that I basically didn’t know. I came to think of what poor Patrice may have experienced previously maybe been subjected to be bullied or other negative things that could make him think that his almost average cock was micro small. Was it his sexuality that made him a victim of bullying or what was the reason for his low self-esteem, his look at the size of his cock. Before I could write a reply, Patrice asked again, – “Do you really mean I can come to your place? I would like to be with a mature guy”. I was almost coming by his question and the thought that he might come by. I rushed to answer, – “I mean what I’ve written. You are very welcome here and we take it easy and see if we can both enjoy some time together”. Now it was as if he had suddenly became a bit reserved and pulled a little ashore, at the same time as his apparent intoxication of alcohol and sex drive pulled him the other way. He wrote back – “Which way should I go?”. “What hotel was it you’r staying at?”. “How do I get there?”. “Can you host?”. “We can’t be at my place”. “I have a very small cock and can’t fuck anybody and I can’t satisfie anyone, I will just disappoint you” etc. and then he circled some more about having a small cock that I would just be disappointed with him, because he couldn’t do anything with such a small cock. Some of the questions came up several times. I gently wrote back, – “I don’t want to push you anyehere and you only have to come here if you want to. I don’t expect you to fuck me, but I promise to suck your cock, we can cuddle, kiss, etc. until you come”. 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Perhaps also influenced by my own blindness by the young adonis who were almost on his way to my house. I hurriedly packing my cock away, quickly washed myself in the necessary places, put on some deodorant and perfume, and did some tidying up. Suddenly Patrice wrote, – “Now I walk to your house with my little cock”. I didn’t believe in my own eyes reading it that. Was I really expecting a naughty morning visit by a little hot and sexy Parisian. I felt I had won the lottery. At the same time I smiled at his language “He and his little dick were walking to my house”. I saw the scene clearly in front of me – he was walking down the road with his trousers open with the hand of the, in his world, microscopic little cock. I simply couldn’t believe it was happening. My cock stood steadily like a tin soldier in my shorts. I just managed to find condoms and lotion. Thinking about whether the condoms were too big for him, but decided that we would have to deal with the problem if it arose. I hurried out to meet him. Before I came out I got new message, – “I’m all alone in the street, it’s a little creepy”. I asked, – “Would you like me to come and meet you?” Promptly the short and clear answer came, – “Yes!” In the distance I could see a hot guy with a short dark beard, in wornout jeans in a white shirt with printed cherry on, walking steadfast down the road. When he saw me he hurried up and almost ran the last bit to me, giving me a huge hug and kiss. He was so lovely and adorable this young guy, light brown in the skin of the sun, he seemed nervous and excited at the same time. He had slightly smell of alcohol. But also smelled of a delicious perfume. He squeezed in to me and briefly closed his eyes affectionately and said in a soft and slightly nervous voice, – “You smell nice Lars” followed by another kiss on my cheek and mouth. Then I in the end might have chosen right by the quick washing and use of my Mont Blanc Legend Spirit White deodorant and Au de Toilette. And Patrice, he simply tasted heavenly. He the slowly and almost silently said, – “I’m a little nervous, I have only been with a few guys before”. That way, despite the age difference, we very equal. And I was definitely nervous, too. I’ve only had a guy in a hotel room a few times. With our arms about on each other we walked the last few hundred meters to the complex where I was staying. I got us locked into the complex and the apartment where I locked the door while we were passionately kissing each other. He was wonderful. He was cautious and inexperienced while at the same time he knew what he wanted and clearly enjoyed the situation. We kissed and enjoyed each other as we cuddled each other outside and inside our clothes. We quickly got upstairs to the bedroom where I unbuttoned his cherry shirt and took it off him while we passionately and fondly kissed the places we liked. He tasted so wonderful with light taste of alcohol. The bulge in his pants was big and stretched them out like a tent. I thought briefly if he might have stopped stuffing in them, because he had told me repeatedly about his so little dick. He had trimmed the hairs on his chest, so it stuck a little while I gently played with his nipples. Our hands were everywhere on each other. I squeezed his sexy and naughty ass and he pressed his crotch against mine so I could feel his hard cock against mine. He took off my T-shirt while I was kissing him on the neck, his ear, his cheek, his mouth and his chest. Yes kissing him everywhere I could get to, at the same time he kissed me and moaned satisfied and loudly. I was so glad I had remembered to close the windows or the neighbors clearly would be disturbed by our sounds. I kissed my way down to his belly button where he had a piercing. I gently unbuttoned his pants and “unpacked the gift.” His cock filled his red Calvin Klein and without much help, his cockhead looked up over the elastic edge. Carefully I kissed his cockhead and freed his cock from his trunks. What a dick he had. There it stood nice, stiff, and certainly no trace small or dwarf-like. It was exactly as it should be in appearance and size. Now, it’s not many dicks I’ve seen hard, but in the changing rooms, scouting, etc. I have seen a few. This one was definitely not the smallest I have ever seen. There was a soft moan as I kissed his cockhead and let my tongue move slowly and passionately in gentle movements and into the small crack of the head. He almost stiffened as I took his cock all the way into my mouth sucking and making suppression while letting my tongue play around his cockhead while inside his mouth. My mouth almost ran over with saliva. I simply couldn’t get enough. I pushed him down on the bed and pulled off his jeans and trunks. There he was, my lovely Patrice. – “Come and suck my cock again,” he said excitedly and lustful. I lay between his legs and kissed the outside on his trunks where the cock had suddenly disappeared in to. I kissed the outside on the red CK cuddled his cock head and gently pulled the elastic down over the cock and his the big nuts came out. A shudder went through him as I gently took one his balls and then the other ball into my mouth and gently sucked and played with them. There came a soft whine from him and at the same time another sound I could not decide whether was of happiness or because he was uncomfortable. I stopped immediately and asked, “Are you okay?” I asked worriedly. – “Yes, it is so delicious”, https://www.izmitescortlarim.com/” title=”izmit escort bayan”>izmit escort bayan he stuttered. “It’s so naughty and delicious. I’m so horny.” He leaned back again and enjoyed my treatment. I kissed, sucked, caressed and played with his cock while he was caressing my hairless head. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up so we could kiss each other again. He kissed me on the mouth delicious and erotic, to kiss he was definitely not inexperienced. Our tongues slowly explored each other. I kissed my way to his ear, neck, cuddled with his sensitive nipples and rubbed my crotch against his totally stiff and nice cock. He started to pull my pants and boxers off of me while I got the socks off myself. At the same time, I sucked his delicious cock the best I had learned. – “You are fantastic and you have a nice cock”, I stuttered as I jerked and sucked his cock at the same time. “You make me so horny,” Patrice groaned. “I do want to fuck you.” I couldn’t believe my own ear. Would this French adonis with the look of a god and his, in his world, too small dick really soon be fucking me? The world stood still for a short moment. “Do you mean that?” I asked in disbelieve, while kissing his navel and his nipples and playing with his delicious cock. – “I don’t know if I can do it. But I am so horny and feel like I can”, he moaned. – “I just find a condom and some lube,” I said, while going to the other side of the bed and for finding it. Meanwhile, Patrice had laid on his back in the middle of the bed with his beautiful and stiff young and almost untested cock streaking hard and proudly slanted up like a pine tree on the Danish west coast. I stood with the condom clear and wanted to hand it to him. But before I did it I could see a slightly shy and perhaps also sad and uncertain expression in his eyes. It struck me that he had probably never tried to put a condom on his own cock before, and was now a little embarrassed if he to find out. I broke the package, took out the condom and gently put it on his nice cock. What a smile that spread in his head. – “This is the first time I have a condom on,” he said, sounding a little distraught but proud at the same time. “I’ve never tried it before” he said and looked at me lovingly and uncertainly. A lot of thoughts went through my head. What was it this beautiful young man had gone through and experienced in his past as well as in his short life. What had he not missed, sex and good experiences? I opened the lube, lubricated his cock as we smiled and looked each other in the eyes. I pressed an extra in my palm to grease my own ass. In my own conception of the situation, I got a lot of pressure and it sailed between my fingers, so I had to go to the bathroom to get rid of the extra lube. Back in the bedroom, Patrice was rubbing his stiff condom covered cock. – “I’ve never tried it before, this is my first time”, he said slightly astonished, wondering and proud as well. It was a phrase that went back and forth many times that morning. No doubt about the value and size of the experience for him. Here was Lars. A mature guy from Vejle in Denmark, ready to take this hot French male beauty’s virginity. I gently reached over on Patrice, aiming his cock slowly and gently up in my asshole. The expression on his face was priceless while his cock went in to an ass for the first time. He let out a small gasp as he slid in. He got up in a sitting position and kissed me passionately and fondly as I gently rode his delicious virgin cock. I could feel how he was gently trying to bump his cock into me. How he tried to practice various techniques to move the abdomen while fucking me. I tried not to interrupt his exploration of opportunities, etc. Just tried to follow him and possibly adding new opportunities he didn’t know existed. Meanwhile, he sat concentrated and yet with a bright smile and enjoyed the sight as well as his own experiences. As he repeated in English, – “It’s my first time ever fucking”. Yes, what an experience for me to be a part of Patrice’s first time as an active fucker. What a delicious and caring fucker Patrice was. He tried in the middle of everything new, the enjoyment, surprise, etc. also to remember me. I was pulled down to him, kissed and cuddled the best he could in the midst of his concentration and enjoyment. After a while he suggested that he would like to fuck me in missionary position. Reasonably sure what he wanted got me placed on my back – with the help of me. He straightened between my legs and bumped. He didn’t really hit the butthole the first time as he didn’t control the dick. After a few tries, I quietly grabbed his cock and helped it in. His facial expression was priceless again as the cock was inside my ass again. A confident smile spread across his mouth as he repeated, – “My first time ever. My first time ever fucking “. What a joy it was to be a part of his experience and to enjoy his joy, happiness and simultaneous experience of the newly acquired ability and experience. He fucked me at different tempi. I tried to let him get the experience, but can say that the it was almost as great enjoyment to me. The experience for me was that this delicious young man overcame his own worries and disbelief over that his dick wasn’t useful for anything. I gently rubbed my own cock but quickly discovered that when I did, Patrice lost concentration in trying to focus on me too. A positive thing but not what I wanted to happen. I therfore kept my jerking to a minimum. I would let the experience be entirely his. Or I figured that out, because I also enjoyed being part of it and taking part in the experience he was going through for the first time. After a while, Patrice began to moan louder and faster so I thought his orgasm was near. I left complete control to him and he was quick to figure out what was delicious for both of us. He fucked faster and faster and just as I thought he was coming. He pulled out of me and I expected him to come on my stomach. But no, he quickly turned on his back again and invited me to ride him again. This time he knew what he wanted. He lifted my hips a little so he could freely fuck me and I should just enjoy him inside me. What a sight it was to see him alternately concentrated and totally indulged in his lust and desires. Again https://www.izmitescortlarim.com/” title=”izmit bayan escort”>izmit bayan escort and again almost like in a trance, Patrice repeated, – “My first time. This is my first time”. Never before have I enjoyed English with French accent so much as this morning. After some time, his hip movements slowed in pace and I took over. Suddenly Patrice got a special expression on her face and quickly said something in French that I did not understand. I rode him on and set the pace a little, after which he said in his French English, – “I’m coming, I’m fucking coming. STOP STOP STOP I’m coming “. I couldn’t quite tell what he really wanted. My thought was that the first time he was fucking he should come inside me. So I asked him, “How do you wanna come. Inside me or…? “. “Will you let cum inside you?” Patrice asked with disbelief in his voice. – “Of course if that’s what you’ll like “, I replied unable to say what the guy really wanted. He resolutely pushed me beside him in bed. I thought he would try doggystyle now, but was surprised when he explained that I should lie on my back again. I was slightly confused, but did as he said. Again he took to the missionary position, which also is a favorite position myself. This time, Patrice put the cock in my asshole with more determination and started fucking me again. I crossed my leg over his back and he bent over me while kissing me whilst his abdomen pumped up and down as his cock rhythmically slid in and out of my ass. Again and again he repeated his mantra, – “This is my first time. This is my first time “. I dared not move or try to jerk my own cock again, it was as if Patrice lost concentration in trying to satisfy me as well. Relatively quickly I stopped as I thought the experience should be entirely on Patrice’s terms. It was his first time fucking and he should enjoy it and not be interrupted by my needs. Another time, someone else would have to teach him. Rhythmically, Patrice bumped in and out of my ass at various tempos, repeating his mantra about it being his first time. Suddenly he slowed down, got a very concentrated expression in his head and said loudly, – “I’m gona cum, I’m gonna cum”. With a breadth of redeeming and concentrated expression in his face at the same time. And with some powerful and rapid shoot I could feel him coming inside me. Then he sat there briefly and seemed a little confused, then he smiled broadly, and reached for me, and gave me a big passionate and intense tongue-kiss, while almost shouting, – “It was my first time, I fucked for my first time in my life”. Then he sank across my stomach. He lay completely still, relaxed and moaning quietly, while he kissed me. Meanwhile, I lay and enjoyed the experience I had unexpectedly witnessed on this very ordinary Tuesday morning. As we lay there and relaxed and cuddled each other, his cock slowly relaxed and I took the condom off while he was smiling. After throwing it in the trash, I returned to bed, where Patrice quietly repeated to himself the redeeming words “It was my first time, I have fucked for the first time in my life”. As we were laying, there I dared to ask a little about whom he really was. He did not want to talk much about where he came from, but he wanted to know my age. When I told him I was 54 he didn’t believe me. I thought he might think I looked older. People have always thought from an early age that I was older than my actual age. Over the years I have gained weight, there have come a few wrinkles here and there, some bags under the eyes had come into existence, so I feared the verdict. This time I was lucky, he thought I was in my late forties. Said at the same time, well I wasn’t as old as his dad whom were 69 and he would be sorry if he had had sex with someone at his father’s age. If he was just polite to me he said it I don’t know. As we lay there, I came across a gauze bandage on his right hand and he ached. First now I noticed that 2 � of the ring finger was missing. It was the one I was unlucky to touched. He told me that he had been sitting on a wall six weeks ago and when he jumped down, a ring on his ring finger was stuck in some metal on the wall and his finger had been ripped off as his whole body continued to fall while his finger could do nothing but stay in the metal. There I lay with the most beautiful guy on earth who had just loved me as the first in his life and care, etc. spread within me. Before I could say much, he had repeated the magic words in a new version without blinking, – “But today it was my first time. To hell with my finger, I fucked for the first time. And I fucked you. Thank you for letting me”. Suddenly Patrice turned to me, looked a little shocked and worried as he felt a little embarrassed, – “But Lars, you didn’t even come. Do you want me to jerk you off? ” Before I could do anything he grabbed my dick and would start jerking me off. I stopped him as I could see the fatigue in his eyes. At the same time, I could feel the his care and love of another person, mixed with the fact that he had felt he had just focused on his own needs and now came to think of me. I reassured him that everything was fine. After all, I had made my own choices very early on who the experience primarily should apply for. After all, I had been given a special gift, to help give him his first real sexual debut and I was the one being fucked by this god. A satisfied smile spread in his face as he said, – “I thought I should never fuck somebody with my little dick. Maybe I shall listen to you Lars, my dick is useful after all “. I could only agree and assure him that his cock was actually a perfectly normal and nice cock that could be used for whatever other than only being served by the man’s next best friend – a hand! And that he was indeed a magnificent lover. Silent he said that he had never fucked before and therefore probably would not have been the best lover for me. But must say he was a great lover that morning and who I would like to be with another time if the opportunity comes. Shortly after, this adonis in the shape of a human personification of a young god, fell into a deep sleep in my bed. While he was sleeping I sat down and did some office work. Several times I stood in the doorway and staring at him so grateful for what I had also been enriched with. Now life goes on, Patrice is back in Paris and I am back in Vejle in Denmark. We each have our lives and are no longer in contact. But that trip to Tenerife and that morning with Patrice will always stand strong in my memory.
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