An American Homo in Paris

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"'Moulin Rouge'?" Benjie looked at the iconic windmill of "Moulin Rouge", and his heart was filled with excitement.He turned to Ziri, who was looking at him, grinning slyly.

"Would you like to see the show?" he asked.

"Are you kidding?" Benjie looked at the windmill again.Indeed, since he came to Paris, he had always wanted to come to the "Moulin Rouge" to see a performance, but the performance price was high, and Ellen didn't like the theater.Thank goodness he didn't say the name -- otherwise Zili might have let him sing in "Moulin Rouge." "I really want to see it, but..."

"Then let's go in! My treat." Zili took his hand and squeezed it, "It's too late to watch the noon show, but we can still watch the afternoon show."

"This... isn't there a lot of tourists here?"

Zili raised an eyebrow, "There are also a lot of locals."

Benjy followed Ziri, they were shown to their seats, and a bottle of champagne was opened for them.Zili smiled and raised his wine glass, "à lav?tre①."

① French: Cheers.

"à lavätre," repeated Benjie.

While watching the performance, Benjie realized that his eyes had been on his companion, and he studied Zili carefully in the darkness.Benjy was sure Zili's short hair would have turned into curls if it had been longer.At this length, although it is soft, it will feel a little sticky to the touch.He couldn't help but want to touch it.Yes, when he was holding Ziri just now, he felt it was difficult to breathe—this was not a one-sided attraction.Looking at a man like this, with a lustful gaze, made him feel strange and novel—and this man was not Allen!It made him feel a little uncomfortable, embarrassing and exciting, but also a little hurt.Sure, he stares at other guys when he's dating Allen, but that's just thinking.

Zili is not a fantasy, he is within reach.

Or not.

Benji took Ziri's hand without thinking.Zili looked back at him suspiciously.The unexpected staring at that moment made Benjie feel that something in his body was split in two. The combination of hope, regret, and strong desire for Zili made him unable to breathe.He slipped his hand into Ziri's and whispered a French "thank you."

Ziri didn't shake his hand away.

After the show, they were walking towards the subway station when a man with dreadlocks yelled from across the street.Zili looked up and smiled, "Come on."

The dreadlocked man kissed Zilly on the cheek, and offered Benji's hand to shake.

"I'm Alan. Are you Xiaozi's friend?" His English has a strong French accent.

"Little Zi?"

"That's my nickname," Ziri explained. "That's what my friends and family call me. You can call me that if you like." His smile was warm, and Benjy blushed a little because of this. The nickname is obviously very close, "Alan is Elaine's boyfriend, and he works in a video store near here."

"Enchanté." The French word was familiar to Benjie, having heard it many times at all of Alan's dull work-related evenings.

②French: Nice to meet you.

"Excuse me, Benjie, wait for me a moment."

The two French men threw themselves into their conversation, speaking quickly, with occasional gestures and laughter.Of course, this won't bother Benjie, isn't he used to it by now?But it gave him the leisure to enjoy Ziri in the afternoon sun, as he did at shows.Hell, he's enjoying what he's seeing.

If Allen was the scar that made his heart throb, Ziri was the best analgesic—charming, gentle, and sunny.

While Benjy was watching Zili, Zili patted his friend on the shoulder, leaned over to exchange a kiss, and turned to Benjy.

"Are you ready?"

"Where are we going next?"

Zili tilted his head and looked at Benjie for a while, "Is there any place in Paris that you really want to go but haven't had the chance to go yet?"

Benjie thought about it—he had been to most of the attractions, and some places several times, "I haven't been to the Père Lachaise Cemetery."

Zili raised his eyebrows, then pointed to the steps leading to the subway station, "Aprèstoi③."

③French: (you go first) I will follow you.

They rarely waited for the subway before, and this time the car they got on was still crowded.The two stood very close together, and their bodies would rub against each other from time to time. Every time Benjie wobbled and couldn't stand, Zili would stretch out a hand to support his waist.

"Why haven't you been to the Pere Lachaise cemetery yet?"

"Alan said it was scary there," Benjy blurted out before he had time to think, and when he realized he had said Alan's name, he put a hand over his mouth.

"It's too late." Ziri stretched out his hand, "Here's the phone."

Benjie obediently handed over the phone.

Ziri turned on the camera and started recording. "Benjie said the name again, and now he's swapping pants with me." He handed the phone to a girl sitting next to him, whispered a few words in French, and the girl used her He raised his phone with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other hand and laughed.

Benjy watched Zili unbuckle his belt, looking serious.This guy is going to take his pants off, on the subway.

With his pants pushed up to his ankles, Ziri took them off and stood on the subway, surrounded by laughter and applause, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and purple underwear.He also deliberately looked Benjie's body up and down, Benjie couldn't speak, but he couldn't take his eyes off Zili's bronze skin, from that face to - don't look - damn it.Well, that part is spectacular.Benjy closed his eyes.When he opened, Ziri held his pants, expectant look on his face.

"You can also choose to accept punishment, if you choose."

Benjy's hand reached for his belt, and now his inner stripper was awakened.Before today, he would never admit that he still has a stripper side in his heart. Although he never thought that he still had a Lady Gaga in his heart, singing at the fountain proved his previous thinking wrong.Seeing Zili in his underwear, he was already half-hard.Everyone in the car was about to see his embarrassment.Such thoughts made Benjie's lower body even harder.

Hold.He took a deep breath and kicked off his shoes, trying not to think about Ziri's muscular thighs.He thrust out his hips, bit his lip, and lowered his eyes to sneak a look at Ziri as he pulled the zipper down.Zili also pursed his lips and made a booing sound, performing an exaggerated performance for the audience.But damn it, if Ziri hadn't been staring straight at Benjy's big bird about to pop out of his unzipped pants.

Just before it all went sour, Benjy grabbed the car's pillars and pulled off his skinny jeans, but his foot got caught in his pants and he couldn't stop, falling into Ziri's arms.

"It's not fair. My pants are so hard to take off," he muttered, cheeks flushed.

Zili blinked and helped Benjie take off his pants, "We still have three stops to get off."

Benjy snatched Zili's pants, put them on, and watched Zili squeeze into his jeans with difficulty.The deal was fair, as Ziri blushed and shoved his slightly hard cock into Benjy's pants with difficulty.When it was finally done, he threw up his hands and grinned.

The excitement of being exposed in public and the fluke of not being caught made Benjie feel like his veins were electrified.The entire carriage where the two of them were in burst into applause. Benjie bowed slightly, and then took back his mobile phone.

While he was uploading the video to YouTube, he noticed that the video of the fountain had surpassed 20000 hits.He's never had so many hits before. "Hey, take a look at this—" He handed the phone to Zili, "I guess my fans like you."

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YouTube Video: Gay America in Paris

The second challenge after breaking up

On the crowded subway, Ziri faced the camera with a very regretful expression.

"Benjie said the name again," he said, "and now he's swapping pants with me."

The camera pans quickly to another man's hand, followed by a murmur in French.The camera then caught Ziri removing his pants and handing them to Benjy.

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JennyIRead: Omg! ! ! #ZJ

CarrieandMike: Benjay, my God!call me quickly.

Boyluvsboys: You two are my heroes!Anyone is fine, please face me.

JennyIRead: Please go upstairs, don't tear down the cp!

Boyluvsboys: I won't take you apart, Jenny.

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