Please note that although essentially a true story, condoms were used, which I have omitted for the purposes of this piece. Stay safe guys.
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We work all summer and travel in winter, living in the sticks but with a train station not too far away that has connections to Paris and another airport that can be convenient for 'budget' airline. Train (but mainly plane departure and arrival) times can necessitate us having to spend a night somewhere either before or after our flight.
I search the internet for decent low cost hotels, all we need is somewhere to sleep so I don't go in for fancy extras, I'd rather spend my hard earned cash on a nice meal and maybe a couple of drinks in some sleazy club. There are the 'couchsurfing' sites too, both open to all plus the gay specialists and again, I have used them both. They tend to be clean, convivial and inexpensive although sometimes it can feel like you are intruding on the house owner's personal space.
The time before last we were arriving late and departing early from the centre of Paris, so no clubbing for us. The host welcomed us and showed us our room and shower/ toilet facilities, we went out for a meal and then returned to sleep. He had given up his room and bed for the night and decamped to a sofa bed in the living room. The place was ideally located, clean and spotless and he was a true gentleman but we would have liked it more if he'd worn more clothes than he did or been less camp, less fat and less desperate.
2 weeks ago, we were in a similar situation, departing from Beauvais on a flight we couldn't catch by leaving home the same day. The hotel I booked sent me an apologetic email cancelling our reservation as they had issues with their boiler, and the offer of an additional credit towards any future stay. I wasn't out of pocket but needed some accommodation fast so went back to a generalist couchsurfing site and, at the last minute before we were due to set off for the train, received confirmation of our request.
The apartment was easy to find but clearly there was no one home when we arrived, despite my having sent our expected time of arrival to Cedric, the host. I was searching on my phone for the confirmation text with his mobile number when a young man came round the corner, introduced himself as Cedric's brother, let us in and showed us round the apartment. Cedric was working for a couple more hours and so we are given door keys, asked if we had any questions... and left to It. We went out to dinner after a shower and returned to the apartment later. The lights were on and our host was home.
"Hi guys, had a good meal?" he asked us, after introducing himself. More small talk followed, plus asking us what time we would be away in the morning for our short trip to the airport, and would we care to join him in a glass of wine. We had had a couple of glasses with dinner, but a night cap is always nice, especially in the company of a handsome young man. And Cedric was certainly handsome and young. Early 30s, only 5'7 or so and medium build, sporting physique, dark thick head of hair, very blue eyes, teeth that could be in an advert for toothpaste, a very neat short beard, some body hair I could see at his neckline... and in those jeans he had athletic legs and thighs and, from what I could tell, a pretty impressive package.
More small talk followed and another glass of wine, he seemed rather amused or enchanted by my attempt at French accent and, as Dave my boyfriend and I had finished our drinks, I stood up and said "we should go to bed."