Monsieur George

 You think being seconded to the Paris office for three months would be great. All those bars, and theatres and shows in Pigalle with scantily clad ladies; and of course there are all those things, and it's a wonderful place for a holiday. But when you're working, and you're on you're own, and you're stuck In some Godforsaken hotel, and there's only rubbish French television, and you're like me and not really good at going out and meeting people, and you don't want to go to shows and sit there on your own, even if there are scantily clad ladies; then it can be really hard. You're struggling all day working in a foreign language which does your head in, and the boss says "Tu pars déjà Joe?" if you try to leave the office before seven, and you sit in your little hotel room to watch some dreary French reality TV show. And you try to think what to do that isn't sitting on your own in a restaurant or at the pictures.

So one evening after a rather stressful day during my time in Paris I decided to go to the Turkish baths (or Hammam as they call them) to relax. You have a steam room, and a sauna and an ice cold plunge pool and various other things.

I may say this is an entirely respectable establishment that I am going to. It is not some sort of massage parlour and I am looking for relaxation - nothing else. I am not searching out Mademoiselle Naughty to apply her techniques for special tension relief, whatever you may think. And in view of later events, for those of you who know Paris, it's the place up in ******, which I thought quite respectable, not the one near the ^^^^^^^^^^^^ where I had got into so much bother. Well I didn't know its reputation, the place near the ^^^^^^^^^^^ that is, so I couldn't have been expected to know that the only woman there would be a policewoman would I?

So I couldn't go back there. And where I am going is, as far as I understand it, respectable. Everything however is completely nude. No false modesty allowed! They have men’s days and women’s days and mixed days as well. This was a men’s day.  Anyway I go in and there is this rather formidable looking woman of about forty on the reception desk. I will call her Griselda, because I think she looked like a Griselda.

She looks at me with a slight frown.

“George is in today. Do you still want to go in?” in a thick French accent.

“Yes… of course?” I replied.  Who on earth was George. “Why ever not?”

“Indeed,” she replied enigmatically, “if that is what you like.”

Whatever did she mean?

‘Sorry?’

‘You want George to use you?’

What was she going on about?

‘Um..  we… yes…’

‘Good.’

Anyway, why should I be bothered about George and I really had been looking forwards to a relaxing evening.

So I get changed in the changing room and wearing nothing but my towel I make my way to the sauna. I step inside and I suddenly see what Griselda meant. George is in the sauna and he has the body of a Greek God, or at any rate those pictures you see if Greek Gods.  Firm, muscular, tanned.  His hair is sleek and blonde and his eyes are that piercing light blue that the French call pervanche.  He is quite naked lounging on the wooden slatted bench quite naked.  My eyes are drawn inevitably to his penis.  Oh my gosh.  What wouldn’t I give for a penis like that.  He smiles at me and those piercing blue eyes bore into me.  I stand there frozen to the spot like a Tuke nude while those eyes travel over my body.  I have a slim, almost girlish figure, a contrast to his musculature and his eyes take in every square inch coming to rest finally on my private parts.  As his gaze linger on my penis it starts to tingle, almost as if he was projecting a stimulant beam of energy that was forcing it to react.  And react it did.  I felt it swell, engorge and harden.  In ten seconds it was firm and vertical.  I was a straight, heterosexual youth and ten seconds of that gaze had caused my penis to go erect and tingle uncontrollably.

“Excuse me.. er… sorry…” I stammered, and dashed out to cool off in the shower.

There is a shower outside the sauna which you are supposed to take to wash the perspiration off. It is open to view, and next to it is a wash basin and mirror..So I stand under the shower stark naked…

…cooling down when I hear a noise behind me. I turn round and there is George, standing watching me, naked, his penis erect.  It is even more impress raised to its full size and he is stroking it gently as he watches the drops of moisture run over my bare skin.

Again I feel rooted to the spot and the tingling my penis starts up again. 

‘Bend over,’ he says.  I don’t move.  Go on…’. He looks at me with those piercing eyes and I know I have to obey.

He walks over to me, pushes me forwards over the sink, and I feel a finger slide between the cheeks of my bottom and start to massage my hole.  Oh gosh.  What should I do.  My penis is erect, the tingling intensifies as the finger is gently inserted up my bottom and my sphincter relaxes.  I am powerless to resist as I am pressed down bending over the washbasin.  What am I going to do!  What am I going to do!  I do nothing and as the finger probes further and further up my bottom my legs are eased apart.  Then suddenly my hair is grabbed, my face is pushed forwards the finger is withdrawn and I feel something hard pressed against my hole. 

And I realise it.  I’m going to be fucked.  His penis is probing my hole and I’m going to be fucked.

‘Say you want it.  Say you want to be fucked.’

And I know.  I have to say it.

‘Fuck me,’ I beg, ‘Please, please.  Fuck me.  I really want it.’

My head is jerked back as he pulls at my hair and I can see his face in the mirror, and behind him stands Griselda.  Watching and smiling.  He turns to look at her and she nods.

I feel his cock push hard and then it is up.  Right up my bottom. And the thrusting starts.  I’m being fucked.  That big, smooth cock is thrusting and fucking me up my bottom and my cock is rigid and tingling. 

I feel a hand on my cock.  Griselda is wanking me hard.

My cock feels hotter and hotter, as if it is about to burst and then… whoosh… it explodes and a wave of ecstasy passes over me as if my whole body is engulfed by electricity and my cock is burning as if it is on fire.  

I collapse forwards over the sink drenched in perspiration and when I open my eyes I look around.   I’m alone.  No George.  No Griselda.  I finish showering, rubbing my cock gently as it feels as if it has been through a mangle.  I get dressed and make my way back to the front desk. 

Griselda smiles.

‘Did you have a nice sauna?’ she asks.

‘Yes thank you,’ I reply politely.

‘Good,’ she says, ‘we aim to give satisfaction.’