“In any case, I was stuck in Miami for the weekend. While the weather can be nice, when there is no hurricane, the food is execrable. Élas. What was I to do during those long hours? Well the weather was fine, hot but dry. I went to the beach. The hotel sent a young man to set up a beach chair and umbrella for me. He later brought drinks, but I am getting out of order.
“I was sitting quietly, enjoying the sun, sounds of the surf, and the very beautiful young men cruising along the beach. I was flattered by an occasional glance, which among that parade of pulchritude was flattery indeed.
“And then, there arose from the sea a vision. Botticelli’s Venus had nothing on this Miami penis. Ahem. From out of the sea came a thing of beauty. Blonde, tan, lean, and bulging. His bathing attire left nothing to the imagination. I beheld a thing of glory.
“I do not know what hand of the gods guided his steps, but he came straight — if you will forgive the term — toward me. Still dripping of the sea — though I admit I had begun to drip, too — he knelt before me. My heart was pounding.”
“See I told you it was a great story” Thibaud beamed.
“Yes, my heart was pounding. This gift of sea leant forward and kissed me. He then flopped onto the beach at my side and said…”
“Hey Daddy. Buy me a drink?” Thibaud contributed his original dialog.
“Imagine my consternation to hear the accent of my mother tongue. And yet, how perfect. I had an Americanized Frenchman at my feet, beautiful and so very sexual. All the wildness of the New World packaged with, while not a very sophisticated pedigree judging from his voice, at least someone who understood civilization.”
“You flatter me, Henri.”
“I do, which would be obvious from your next utterance.”
“Wanna fuck?” Thibaud again spoke his part.
“What could I do but accept? He had already enraptured me with lust. When we emerged from the hotel room days later, he had captured my heart as well. It took him a little longer to declare his love. But once he had visited my townhouse in Paris and our little country villa here” he gestured at the lavish setting “my love was returned. Of course he still feels free to share it with the rest of France and any passersby…”