I just completed four years of college, attending Yale University on an academic scholarship. To my surprise, my parents awarded my efforts with a trip to the French Riviera for an entire week, covering all expenses. Luckily, they weren’t coming along with me as part of the gift.

I consider myself to be just an average guy, though admittedly I do get some attention from the ladies from time to time. I’m 6 feet 2 inches tall and weigh around 190 pounds. I’m not a jock by any stretch of the imagination but do take pride in maintaining a fit body, working out at least every other day. I’m not a hairy guy, so only a little trimming is required to keep my body smooth and neatly trimmed. I’ve been called a clean cut American boy many times.

I have dark brown hair and eyes, olive skin and am average to above average in the equipment department, my cock stretching to almost 8 inches on a good day. OK, maybe that’s is stretching it a bit, but I’m always well over 7 inches long and never had any complaints about my size. I’m no porn star but confidant of my stature with the ladies.

I’ve heard many interesting stories from my friends about France and how liberal and uninhibited they are over there. I guess most of the men wear bikinis on the beaches and some beaches are even topless. I couldn’t wait to see if the rumors had any merit to them.

In preparation of my trip, I sent away for a varied selection of swimwear, not certain of what would be appropriate or what I’d even dare to wear. I purchased everything from full board shorts to a very risque bikini with a lined pouch to accentuate my assets. Fuck, just trying it on gave me an erection. I wasn’t sure I’d ever really dare to wear it but I was hoping to get up the nerve to.

I had never traveled solo before and was a bit nervous doing so as the big day approached. Going to a foreign country for the first time was a little nerve racking as well. One thing in my favor was that I spoke fluent French, thanks to my many years of paying attention to my French teachers and studying.

It was a long flight, almost 8 full hours in the air from New York City. Most people slept during the flight, not me, I was so excited I couldn’t relax.

By the time we landed in Paris I was so worked up with excitement that I almost forgot to retrieve my carry on bag and had to go back for it.

Customs wasn’t nearly as time consuming as I had imagined, collecting my luggage and finding myself waiting for a bus within a half hour after landing. It was a very warm day in Paris, the temperature had to be in the mid eighties. The bus ride to my hotel would be a two hour ride, luckily the bus was very comfortable and air conditioned.