Foreign Passions by John Roman Baker

Author:John Roman Baker [Baker, John Roman]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781899713530
Publisher: Wilkinson House Ltd
Published: 2019-05-07T04:00:00+00:00

The hotel was a small white building in a street that Paris had forgotten in an area that Greg had not fully explored. There was poverty, though less than in Belleville, and late as it was, children of no more than five were playing on the pavement. The street stank of overcooked food. The hotel itself was filthy and had no reception desk. As they mounted the few stairs to the youth’s room, Greg perceived an old woman enter hers, next door, her hair matted and dirty, her mouth gaping, showing decayed teeth.

“That’s Rosalie,” the youth said. “She used to be in cabaret. Says she knew Josephine Baker. Told me all about her. I have no idea if it’s true.”

He seemed full of conversation now that he was in the room with the door closed behind them. The bed was covered with a thin counterpane and there was only one soiled pillow. The solitary window in the room needed to be cleaned, and the fraying curtains were almost rags. Greg wanted to leave, but once again asked the youth his name.

“Will Jean-Paul do?”

“Yes,” said Greg and gave his own name.

“Shall we do it on top of the bed or shall we get in? If we stay on top, it means you’re not staying, and if we get in, it probably means you will stay the night. You choose.”

“Let’s stay on top,” Greg replied.

Jean-Paul (if that was his name) undressed, and Greg waited to see him naked before he took off his own clothes. The body was thinner than he had expected, almost emaciated, and the flesh was hairless, like the body of a grown-up child.

“I shave my pubic hair. Also my armpits. I don’t want to catch crabs. I hate insects, and crabs can’t exist without hair. Of course there are other diseases, but I usually get fucked, so if I catch anything I won’t know, will I?”

This candid and unasked for explanation was given calmly and with a neutral voice.

“I like your body,” Greg said, and to his own horror it was true. He did like this young man whose hairless body was in contradiction to the thick blond hair on his head. And Greg did not mind any longer the poverty of his appearance or the squalor of the room; he took the body into his arms.

Jean-Paul refused to kiss.

“I don’t have any toothpaste,” he said, as if in apology.

“Please let me.”

Reluctantly the mouth opened a little in response to Greg, and as they kissed, Greg took off his clothes.

“Now we fuck,” Jean-Paul said as the kiss ended, and they lay on the bed.

“Do you have any grease?”

“Don’t worry. I can take anything. I really don’t care.” Jean-Paul lay on his stomach, and with his face buried in the pillow, he mumbled, “Do it now.” As he said this, he parted his arse with his hands and Greg, by now over-excited, put his cock inside him and fucked him hard. When it was over, they lay side by side as the room darkened.

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