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Chapter 10 - Hooking up with an Italian in Paris

A week later, my cold was completely cured. When I woke up in the morning, I had a morning erection, which meant that my body was completely recovered.

I could have sex again.

Mr. Lin was going back to Paris from Italy on Saturday, and the staff from Arcigay non-profit organization in Milan sent me an email saying that they could help me apply for asylum in Italy. So I booked a flight from Paris to Milan on Saturday afternoon.

I thought I would leave Paris in a day or two, and because I had a cold for a week, nothing romantic or exciting happened.

On Friday morning, an Italian who was traveling to Paris sent me a message on Grindr. I looked at his photos and they were not very attractive, but it was my last day in Paris and I wanted something to happen.

So I agreed to meet him. His residence was only a few hundred meters away from me.

After I had breakfast and washed up, I went to his place.

This Italian lived in the same building as a sex club that I planned to go to on Friday night.

He said that he exchanged this apartment with a Parisian through home exchange, which means that the owner of this Parisian apartment is now living in the Italian's home in Rome. I said it was the first time I heard of this kind of travel.

The apartment was not big but very cozy, with complete facilities. It looked much more modern and upscale than Mr. Lin's apartment.

When we just came in, the Italian asked me if I wanted water or red wine, and I chose red wine.

We had a great chat, but he was really not my type, not good-looking at all, and not in good shape.

After chatting for half an hour, I was planning to leave, but I felt that it would be a bit cruel to him. This is the difference between us Asians and Europeans. We try not to refuse others and try not to disappoint others.

He saw that our chat was almost over, and he had a premonition that I might leave, so he knelt in front of me and kept kissing my hands.

While kissing my hands, he said if you don't like it, please tell me to stop at any time.

I said it's okay. I felt that this was another time I was doing "sexual charity", a word I invented, which means having sex with someone you don't like because you are embarrassed to refuse, or purely to vent your sexual desire, and at the same time it feels like a kind of charity to others.

He saw that I didn't mean to refuse, and he took off my pants with trembling hands. My dick was already hard and red, and he greedily took my penis in his mouth.

I sat on the sofa while he knelt on the floor and gave me a blowjob.

He suggested that we go to bed.

He gave me a condom and then got into Doggy style on the bed.

I put on the condom, applied lube, and easily inserted it into his fat ass.

I pumped him hard and spanked his ass.

He moaned with great pleasure.

It wasn't long before I reached orgasm and collapsed on his fat body.

I left his apartment with some regrets and vowed not to do "sexual charity" again. It was a foolish act of sacrificing one's own feelings to satisfy others even strangers' feelings.