I had been in Toulon for two days and was truly enjoying my life at the sea where I went walking every morning as well as late in the afternoons. The morning jaunt was into the center of town where the tourist areas were, but more importantly, there was the town open square market. On many days the vendors would set up in the traffic free zone and offer fruits, vegetables, clothing, preserved food items, and fantastic olives. The small shops that faced the square would set up outside displays of meats, cheeses and pastries. I had already found my olive vendor and the rustic bakery that made remarkable quiches.
For my noon meal I bought grapes and pastries, or quiche and olives. There were also coffee shops and many of the residents sat in twos or threes enjoying a coffee or an aperitif. In some areas there were benches where one could sit and chat away or enjoy the freshly made purchases. Some men smoked cigarettes but I didn’t observe any card playing.
I arrived late on the second day and some of the vendors were packing up but I was still able to buy a thick piece of quiche with fresh tomato and basil cooked on the top. The black cured olives in oil that I bought rounded out my meal nicely. Since it was later, there was a bench available for me to dine al fresco by myself.
I was usually observant of the life around me but I must have been enjoying my food with such pleasure and gusto that I didn’t notice I was being watched. It was only fair, if I were going to be the voyeur that sometimes I must be the one being observed. I didn’t know how long he had been enjoying my energetic eating, but when I noted him, he had a happy smile displaying the pleasure he was getting from his observations.
I may have blushed at being observed, but I caught his smile and when our eyes met, I couldn’t help but smile in return. He reminded me of a Capuchin monk who had assisted the priests at my Michigan parish when I was a boy. There was such an open spirit about both of these men that made one want to be hugged. Perhaps they were Jesus like, calling the little ones unto Him and cloaking them with strength and tenderness. I was having that same feeling and it was quite extraordinary to be taken back to my childhood in this emotional way.
He confidently approached and introduced himself while apologizing for observing me. “You were so intent and eating like it was the best food you’ve ever had. That can happen in Toulon,” Michel declared with sincerity. I invited him to sit down and introduced myself but didn’t offer a shake from my hands which had been putting food into my mouth. He was middle seventies perhaps and had the look of a cultured man who had also spent some years on the water with his tough dark skin. The lines of character were etched deeply. Michel looked as though he might be muscular and hairy under his dress pants and button down shirt.
I learned that he had been an attorney for a number of years, when his father who had been a fisherman died. It was a turning point in life and he accepted the call from the sea to a much different way of living, but one that fed his love of the open water. Michel became much happier and as a morning person, the early hours were not inconsistent with his nature. He loved the life of providing a daily service that others would value. His legal work seemed less vital.
I explained that it was much like my abandonment of corporate work in my middle fifties for the life of a therapist. I too found much more satisfaction and happiness in that new endeavor. I told him of my current journeying and he declared that it was brave of me to abandon those ties to community and stability that were often so necessary. He was no longer fishing for a living but still went out a few times a week to supply some of those who depended upon his catch for their restaurants.
“Could I see what your place is like? I’ve never been in a place used for Airbnb.” I didn’t sense that he was initiating a sexual advance, but more like an extension of his curiosity. I agreed and packed up my leftovers for a later afternoon enjoyment. We had a pleasant walk on a mild sunny day that seemed to mirror his personality. I was discovering a man who was nurturing my spirit of adventure and affirmation. I wondered if I would get a comforting hug the way that I had envisioned earlier.
I used the security card to enter the electronically controlled building and we took the elevator to the top floor where the Airbnb was the only space. The host chose to keep the main door unlocked but each of the three guests had separate keys to our own rooms. The host always left the space by noon and I didn’t see either of the two other guests in the rooms. Hopefully, they were out for the day as I often was. I showed Michel the view from the living room which looked back to the town with the sea in the distance. He was impressed with how little I was paying for such a fine view. We entered my room which was mostly a large bed, a dresser and a bookcase with numerous art books. There was also a small balcony with two chairs and a table. The afternoon sun coming through the glass balcony doors added comfortable warmth to the room. There was a great view to the sea, but no one could look into my room.
Michel sat on the edge of the bed and gently placed his hand on my crotch. He was so subtle in doing so that it didn’t shock me or come as a surprise. “When I saw you eating energetically, I thought you might enjoy a different release of energy. Would it be OK?” It had been a number of days since I had had any release and the idea of a friendly mouth began to grow in my mind just as my member was responding without needing to be asked. I chose to follow the lead that my body was driving.
Michel could also feel the swelling in my shorts and understood that as affirmation to his question. He undid the zipper to allow for more expansion and I closed the door to the room before moving closer to him. I also undid the button to my denim shorts so that they could easily fall to the floor. I was wearing tight fitting black underwear that kept my bulge in place. He nuzzled his scruffy facial hair against the underwear to provide some kinetic stimulation. I ran my hands softly through his thick white hair that seemed to glow in the afternoon sunlight coming bursting through the sea view glass into the room.
Michel slowly pulled down my underwear and I slipped my feet free so that I could take a wider stance in a manly position. He didn’t remove any of his clothes and I didn’t take off my shirt. We were both very focused on one area that was now eager to be addressed. He pulled back my foreskin and gently licked the underside of the mushroom head. His tongue lowered to the base and back up again taking just the tip of my dick into his wide open mouth. He was savoring the afternoon meal and taking his time to elevate the stimulation level to where I wouldn’t be able to hold back.
He lowered his head again to lick the smooth balls and the scruff on his face rubbed against them like a rough sandpaper. It was actually a very pleasant stimulation and my testicles enjoyed the wetness that came from his eager mouth. His tongue slid along the underside from the base to the tip before he engulfed the head of my cock. This time he slid all the way to the base with his lips pressed against my shaft until I bumped into the back of his throat. “Mmmmmm,” he groaned with satisfaction at feeling so much meat filling up his mouth. “Wow,” was my comment since the sensation was so intense.
I held his head in place as I backed off to the point where only the head was still inside his mouth. I slowly pushed back in while holding his head still. I repeated the process a number of times with slow and deliberate thrusts. Michel wanted more and began to move his head up and down faster than I had been doing. He swirled his tongue around the top of the shaft and then lunged until my cock was pressing fully inside his wet opening. He realized that the increased speed was really stimulating me. “Yes. Give it to me,” he commanded as his lips increased the suction on the shaft. Michel had really good skills and I knew that I couldn’t hold out any longer. I felt the swelling in my cock increase and I fired a hot load into the back of his throat while holding his head close to me so that all he could do was swallow and swallow again as I pumped another barrage into him. I think that we both said, “Ohhhhhh,” at the same time finalizing the physical connection between us that had been so intense.
I released his head and Michel slowly pulled back so that he could finish taking in that second delivery. There was some cum that had dribbled down onto his face hair and I handed him a couple of tissues from the nearby box. “Merci,” he said gratefully, which was the first time he spoke in French. When we had met at the town square he had correctly determined that I was American and used his good command of English.
I had some Bordeaux left from my last night’s meal and offered him a glass, which he readily accepted. I put my shorts back on and poured two glasses of the local wine. We moved to the balcony where the sun was still shining brightly on the nearby sea with two small sailboats making their way out of the harbor. The white sails were brighter than the water.
“That was really great,” I declared as we relaxed into a quiet conversation. I learned that he had never been married and had always known he was attracted to men. He came from a very Catholic family and was too afraid to say anything to his parents. Michel had never allowed himself to fall in love with anyone. There had been a couple of times when a relationship formed with a married man, but it had no future so he had kept the emotional level suppressed. Now he lived a quiet life alone and happy with no responsibilities. He was free to come and go as he pleased and be on the sea when it called to him. He had no desire to travel on land, since the South of France met all of his needs. He liked having little interactions with foreigners because there was no chance of a deep connection.
“Tomorrow’s a fishing day and I’ll be up very early,” he declared as he stood up after draining the last of the wine from his glass. I thanked him for a most enjoyable encounter and let him know that I was leaving for Barcelona the next day. “You see. I guessed you correctly,” he laughed openly and with joie de vivre that exuded from his inner soul. I escorted him to the front of my building where we waved goodbye to each other. We were like two ships going in opposite directions, he back to the town center and I to the nearby sea to watch the impending sunset. Perhaps I would be fortunate enough to enjoy viewing some half naked runners, but I never got the warm, human hug from Michel.