Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2022 20:20:56 +0100 From: john skehan Subject: gendarme Gendarme cajuncock If you've gotten this far you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction, the sole property of the author. It may not be reused without his written permission. If you enjoy the stories on this site please donate to keep it going. It is a valuable resource for our community. Comments: cajunboi868@gmail We'd seen each other most weekends at the local grocery store and smiled over the veggies. He was a tall, blond in his late 20s, and a local fireman or such. I never was brave enough to speak until one day he spoke to me. He was french and my own French was poor but I understood him. He immediately knew that I spoke English so he switched. He asked where I lived and I told him the name of my small village. He laughed and said "I remember now. We had a call there to settle a disagreement between two women and you came out. " I blushed remembering his smile that night. I said "yes and you smiled." He was one of the local gendarmes. We stood there talking about the area and my reasons for moving to France. I asked him if he lived in the area or was from another part of the country. After running out of polite conversation, I asked if he might want to visit the village in a non-professional capacity, perhaps for coffee or wine. He broke into a wide smile and said "Are you asking me on a date?" I knew that I blushed even more before responding "OK, I guess I am. I know so few younger men here. Most older men do not seem to easily meet strangers." He pulled out his cell and asked for mine. I handed it to him. He typed in his info and said "When I'm off duty perhaps we might meet for lunch. I might be able to show you local places that are interesting?" As he handed my cell back his fingers grasped my own. I looked down blushing and saw the clear outline of his weapon in his pants. He noticed me stare and whispered "I could show you that too. I know so few Americans and you are very good-looking. I'd like to show you things here that few get to see." We parted when another gendarme walked up. The new man had obviously been watching us and said "I see you've met our new recruit. He's still learning and I have much to teach him." I quickly finished my shopping and drove home thinking about the incident in the store. The rest of my day was spent cleaning my small house and catching up on emails. I fed the dogs and then walked around the village with them. As we walked my cell rang and I pulled it out to see who was calling. The display said "Henri" I hit the answer button and heard his voice again asking "Are you free for coffee? I could meet you in the cafe in the next village by the post office." I without thinking said "Of course when?" He responded laughing "I'm sitting in the cafe there now." I told hin that I'd be there in 5 minutes and left the dogs at my home. The cafe was not crowded. I saw him sitting outside and ordered a coffee before sitting down. He was dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. He stood as I approached holding out his hand. He was stunning. The bartender brought out my coffee and smiled at us. Over coffee, we talked about my hometown in the US and my village life. He explained that being gay was not a problem for most people. His co-workers all knew that he preferred men in his bed, older men. He asked about my gay experiences in France and I told him that due to my poor language skills there were few gay friends. My village, while polite, accepted me as I was. He laughed telling me that most places were like that. We skirted around the topic of our sex lives. He focused on my background and his own work life. Over our third coffee, he asked if I'd visited the nude beach? I told him that it was one of my favorite places and that at first, I was shocked at the open sexuality there. He laughed telling me that sex is not a crime here. He reached out to touch my hand and stared at my face before asking me "Is it in your country a crime?" I nodded saying that it was in some places. He raised my hand up and gently kissed it saying "But not for me with such a handsome man. For me it is pure pleasure." He reached down to adjust his crotch. For a moment I was speechless wondering about this handsome french man. He stood and motioned for me to follow him. We walked along the towpath of the canal. He explained that being alone was a sin in the eyes of many french. As we walked we waved to the passing boaters, many naked and waving back. He told me that nudity in France is an accepted thing. No one is ashamed of their body. He told me that being alone is criminal in his mind. It makes a person distorted in some ways. I asked if he was alone? He smiled sadly saying "Now yes, but people grow apart. It is natural that it happens that way." He asked if I had ever had a companion? I told him that there had been a few. But overtime we had changed and grown apart too. As we walked he'd put his hand on my back or my shoulder. It felt natural that he did so. I felt that I belonged in this place, at this time As we walked I felt nature calling. I needed to piss. So I moved behind some bushes. He laughed saying "Why are you so shy? It is part of nature. Look at me." I turned to see him standing there, his cock in his hand as he let loose. It was an impressive sight, that thick, long piece of uncut French meat. My own cock hardened as I watched. He continued with his stream and nodded down to my now stiff tool. He smirked "Not bad for one who is cut. Later, we can compare them and maybe I can show you some French tricks to do with them?" At this point I knew that I was his to use as he wished. I gave him a weak smile and stuffed my rigid cock back in my pants. We walked for an hour before returning to our cars parked at the cafe. By this time it was an unspoken agreement that bed was our ultimate destination. He rushed inside the cafe, returning with a chilled bottle of champagne saying "We must celebrate tonight at our joining together my friend. I do not have to work tomorrow so we can spend the entire night together learning." We drove to my village, parking in the village lot then walking to my house to be greeted by the dogs. I told him that if we were to spend the night inside the dogs needed to go out. We walked around the village with the dogs, greeting neighbors who gave me a sly smile of approval. Once back inside Henri grabbed me into a tight kiss as his hands ravished my body. I moved us to my bedroom leaving a trail of clothing behind us. Henri was a skilled lover, bringing me close many times. I moved us around so that I could take his massive tool into my mouth. He moaned saying "Yes! Yes!" His tongue invaded my exposed, open hole. Feeling the invader I yelled 'HENRI, please, please fuck me! Make love to my needy body." Henri pulled me around to lay on my back facing his lust-filled face. He leaned in to kiss me as I felt the tip of his weapon pushed at my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his hips letting him know that he was welcomed. His kiss grew more intense as inch by inch filled me. I felt his coarse pubic hair rub my body knowing that I had taken all of him inside me. He pulled back whispering "Now you are mine, you belong to me."