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Sammy the French twink had always been curious about big cocks. He’d seen them in porn, but never in real life. One day he was surfing the internet when he stumbled upon an ad that piqued his interest. It simply read: “Hung French stud seeking needy cumslut to worship his big dick.”
Without hesitation, Sammy messaged the poster, introducing himself as a naughty frat boy from Paris eager to service a REAL man. Of course, in reality Sammy was a shy virgin who had never even touched another boy. But the chance to be used by someone huge was too tempting to pass up.
They agreed to meet at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town. Sammy’s heart raced as he knocked on the door of Room 12. It swung open to reveal a tanned hunk, hairy and muscular, with the most enormous bulge Sammy had ever seen. He gulped nervously.
“Salut mon chéri,” the man purred. “I am Jean-Pierre. Les gâteries, it starts now.” With that, he grabbed Sammy by the hair and pulled him inside, slamming him against the wall. Sammy moaned, instantly hardening. God, he was in for it.
Jean-Pierre spun the twitching twink around, shoving his face into the carpet as he yanked his pants down. “Pl.tie,” he commanded, “Ze cue me make you a debau.dh. debau.ah.”
As Sammy’s tight asshole puckered, Jean-Pierre spit crudely on his hole and shoved in a stubby finger, roughly fisting it into the virgin twink. Sammy yelped, but the pain only ramped up his lust. Fuck, Jean-Pierre really was an asshole.
He next produced something thick and sticky, smearing it all over Sammy’s quivering anus. “Tu es prêt pour ma bite, petit salope?” he asked. “Are you ready for my big French cock?”
Sammy just nodded dumbly, and Jean-Pierre slapped his ass and shoved in deep, impaling him on his massive member. Sammy wailed as the huge thing spread him wide open, twinge after twinge radiating from his ravaged boypussy.
But he’d never felt so whole, stuffed so full. He arched his back as Jean-Pierre started pounding, each brutal thrust jolting his entire body. Jean-Pierre reached around and started flogging Sammy’s sensitive prick, aiming his squirts all over the cum-stained carpet.
“Oui, yes,” he grunted, “Cum for je.a, I will make you … ma obe.ant … cum.ah.ah.” With each word he punctuated with a bat against Sammy’s prostate, until the young twink was reduced to a babbling, jizz-splattering mess.
Spent, Sammy lay limp as a ragdoll as Jean-Pierre bent him over the bed and spit on his gaping asshole, rubbing his cock between his cheeks. “I am not done with you yet,” he growled, shoving back in without pause.
This time he kept fucking, hard and without mercy, as Sammy writhed and moaned beneath him. He buried his face in the pillows as Jean-Pierre roughly kneaded his taint, breathing in the musky stench of cock and ass. It was so wrong, but god was it good.
Rising to his knees, Jean-Pierre reached under Sammy to pinch his nipples, making him cry out. He tugged Sammy up by the hair, forcing him to kneel on the bed as he kept fucking, his cock slamming up into Sammy’s prostate with each pump of his muscular hips.
Sammy looked back over his shoulder with glassy, fuck-drunk eyes as Jean-Pierre reached around and grabbed his cock again, his arms wreathing around Sammy’s slim waist. “Ton subspace est si beau, petite salope,” he said softly between grunts. “So beautiful, coming apart like this.”
Just like that, Sammy came again, gushing into the sheets. And he kept cumming as Jean-Pierre jackhammered into him, their sweaty skin slapping obscenely against each other. Finally, Jean-Pierre’s movements stuttered and he barked, “Je viens!” before painting Sammy’s insides with hot, sticky spunk.
He collapsed on Sammy’s back, panting. “There,” he said, mashing his cock deeper into the twink’s sodden hole, “you are ze perfect French cage.” Against his sticky chest hair, Sammy purred and smiled, more fulfilled than he’d ever been in his life.
