Forging Maximilien Chapter 5
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Capitulu V. Pusidone
"Zeus, there is not a breath of wind today." Thomas lamented as we stood on the small wooden pier, gazing out at the Gulf of Porto-Vecchio in front of us.
"What will we do with the campers?" I asked, frowning. There was no way we could get them onto a catamaran, a windsurf board or anything that relied on sails. Thomas stared pensively at the water and sighed.
"Take the older campers with you. You're going to kayak up the Osu River." Thomas finally instructed. "I'll stay with the younger ones at Cala Rossa beach and do a swimming activity."
"Why don't we all just go kayaking?"
"We can't. We've only got about ten single kayaks," Thomas explained, giving my shoulder a friendly pat. "Come on, let's announce the plan, and you can start getting your group ready."
About an hour later, I was in my kayak, leading a group of eight campers across Benedettu Bay, heading toward the mouth of the Osu River. The white sand beaches and turquoise waters soon gave way to a dense forest and a narrow, green river, making us feel like we had traveled from the Florida coast to the bayous of Louisiana. The Osu River was shallow, as it always was in summer. If you leaned to the side and dipped your hand in the water, you could touch the sandy bottom.
The landscape was tranquil, with large trees bending over from both banks to create a tunnel of vegetation that shaded our path. The campers behind me laughed and bantered, occasionally pulling me into their playful conversations, keeping the mood light as we paddled slowly upstream against the gentle current.
"Alright, guys, it's almost noon. How about we stop at that little sandbank up ahead and have lunch?" I suggested, pointing to a small patch of sand on our right.
"Fuck yeah!" one of them exclaimed with a chuckle, quickly getting approval from the others.
We carefully dragged our kayaks onto the beach and sat down, rummaging through our bags for lunch. That's when I noticed someone was missing.
"Where's Guillaume?" I asked, frowning in confusion. I turned to Marc, who had been toward the back of our group with him. Marc looked around, surprised, then back at me with an embarrassed shrug. I rolled my eyes in frustration.
"Stay here and start lunch. I'll go find him," I said, pushing my kayak back into the water.
Paddling downstream was easier with the current on my side. It didn't take long, maybe ten minutes, before I spotted a kayak stranded on a narrow sandbank. But it was empty. A wave of worry washed over me as I pulled up beside it.
"Guillaume?" I called out, my voice tinged with nervousness as I scanned the surroundings.
"I'm here." I heard his voice, coming from behind a bush, in the forest. I quickly pushed through and found myself next to him, looking at me with a shit eating smirk, his semi-hard cock out of his shorts.
"What the fuck are you doing? Why didn't you follow us?"
"Relax, I just needed to pee." He answered with his usual insufferable nonchalant cockiness. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, and I turned around, about to go back to my kayak and wait for him, when he put his hand on my shoulder to hold me back. "Wait!" He exclaimed.
I looked at him with confusion and he suddenly seemed a little insecure.
"There is no hurry!" He eventually muttered with a low voice. His nervous gaze never leaving mine, he got down on his knees in front of me and audibly gulped. I stayed there, frozen in shock, as he tentatively lowered my shorts and started rubbing the bulge in my underwear.
While I was unsure of how to react and couldn't come with any willpower to stop him, my dick had other ideas. This gorgeous blond slut was kneeling in front of me, seemingly about to take care of my cock, and it made it very happy. I was hard in no time, and Guillaume took it as an invitation to go further. He hooked my boxer brief's waistband and admired my rock-hard cock for a few seconds before engulfing it in his warm mouth.
"Oh... Zeus." I moaned as he bobbed up and down my meat, his hands gripping my balls for traction. I doubted it was his first time, considering how skilled he was. I eventually abandoned my inhibitions and placed my hand on the back of his head to encourage him. "Fuck..." I groaned when I felt the tip of my cock penetrate his tight velvet throat, being gripped like a vice.
Then, he pulled out and looked at me with a shit eating grin before bringing his fingers to his mouth and spitting on them. I looked at him with anticipation, having a pretty good idea of what would happen next as he pulled my foreskin and resumed his blowjob. He then slipped his fingers between my butt cheeks and across my crack before finding my twitching hole, his target.
He rubbed his finger around for a moment, making me shiver in excitement as my cock grew harder than it had ever been, before finally pushing his index inside, triggering a hoarse groan from me. My legs felt wobbly as Guillaume talentedly sucked my cock while fingering me, his index expertly pressing against my prostate.
I lowered my gaze, and the view of his angelic face, his beautiful eyes fixed on mine and his cute lips tightly wrapped around my cock made me moan. He looked like such a fucking whore, and I for the first time realised the full extent of what Ange must have felt when I took care of him. I wanted Guillaume to be my whore, I wanted to use him as a fucking fleshlight and pump him full of cum until he leaked. Damn, these thoughts brought me to the edge and, as I figured that I had hit the point of no return, I felt him slipping a second finger inside of me.
I grunted and closed my eyes as I felt my ball-sack tighten and flex while my cock spasmed, sending ropes after ropes of warm cum inside of Guillaume's slutty mouth, coating his throat and tongue.
I was standing there, panting in a post-orgasmic bliss when it hit me: the guilt, the shame, the embarrassment. I gulped and opened my eyes to look down at the scene that had just given me one of my best orgasms, but now all I could see was a camper, under my responsibility and care, kneeling in front of his instructor.
"We should really join the others now," I eventually said in a tone I meant to be neutral but that somehow came out dry. Guillaume looked at me like a deer caught in headlights, his confused eyes making me feel even worse. I gulped and quickly pulled my shorts and underwear back on before turning around and rushing back to my kayak. "Come on, hurry!" I instructed, inwardly cursing myself for being such a jerk to him. I just didn't know what to say, and I felt like shit.
He eventually appeared out of the bushes, looking confused and ashamed, avoiding eye contact with me as he pushed his kayak into the water and followed me.
It didn't take us long to get back to the others, but the silence between us made it feel like hours. When we finally arrived at the spot where I had left the others, the guys were in the middle of lunch and cheered as I returned.
Guillaume got a few teasing comments from his friends about getting lost in a fucking river, but when they noticed his dark mood, they didn't push it further, probably assuming I had given him a lecture of some sort. I tried to play it cool and lighten the mood, but I think everyone sensed that something had happened. If only they knew... the very thought made me feel sick.
After lunch, we continued up the river for about an hour before the shallow water stopped our progress. After dragging our kayaks for a few hundred meters, I concluded that the adventure had to end here, and we all turned back.
We were back at the base around 4 pm, and I helped the guys put their kayaks away. The boys had all left for their lockers to change, and I was about to do the same when I felt a hand grab my forearm. I turned around to see Guillaume, his puppy eyes wide and pleading.
"Hey... uh... I..." he began timidly, while I nervously avoided eye contact, still feeling ashamed of myself. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry... for what I did."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, making me feel even worse. The idea that he would feel guilty when it was my fault made me cringe. He gave me a faint smile before turning to walk away.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. It was my fault," I said, stopping him before he got too far. He turned back, frowning in confusion. "I... I shouldn't have... taken advantage."
"Taken advantage?" he repeated loudly, his expression dumbstruck. I glanced around nervously before gesturing for him to lower his voice. He shook his head in disbelief. "You didn't `take advantage'!" he protested; his face twisted in disgust.
"You're a camper, I'm your instructor, and you're just a teenager when I..."
"Oh, please!" he interrupted with an exasperated expression. "I'm going to be eighteen in four months. I'm not even a year younger than you!" he pointed out. "I've slept with guys twice my age!"
"Well, I really don't want to be that kind of guy!" I retorted more firmly, a little vexed by the implication.
"And you're not! You're just my summer instructor, not my legal guardian or some shit, and we could literally be in the same class!" he exclaimed angrily. "If you're not into me, just say so and stop making lame excuses!"
"It's not... I... I just..."
"Whatever," he snapped, cutting me off. He sighed before turning away and walking back to the base.
I stood there, speechless, replaying his words over and over in my mind, still feeling ashamed and confused. Then I quickly went in, showered, and hopped on my bike.
"I'm home!" I shouted as I walked through the front door, letting my keys drop into the bowl in the hall.
My parents visibly weren't here, for some reason, so I grabbed a raspberry Yop (liquid yoghourt) and headed to my bedroom. As I passed down the corridor, though, I noticed my brother's door was slightly ajar, and curiosity got the best of me. I slowly approached, not hearing any noise from inside. I pushed it open gently and peeked in.
"Oh... you're here!" I said timidly when I saw my brother lying on his back, playing with his phone. He quickly glanced at me over the top of his phone and flashed a brief smile before resuming his doom-scrolling.
I went into my bedroom and grabbed the book on my nightstand. I was about to lie on my bed when something came over me. I hesitated for a second but eventually decided to go for it. I took my book and Yop and headed back to Clément's room. He frowned, confused, when he saw me coming in a second time, and his surprise deepened when I lay down next to him, scooting closer until our shoulders touched. I rested my head on his pillow and opened my book to where I had left off.
He was clearly a little taken aback, but he didn't say anything. We stayed in silence for a few minutes, him on his phone, me with my book, just enjoying each other's company without a word (or at least I was). I could tell he was wondering what I was up to, but I didn't really have a plan, just a desire to share a quiet moment of brotherly love.
"How was your day?" Clément eventually asked, tentatively.
"Meh," I answered unenthusiastically with a shrug. He frowned and looked at me expectantly, and I gave him a faint smile.
"Just `Meh'?"
"Yeah, I don't know, I've been feeling a bit melancholic lately," I eventually explained.
"Why is that?" he asked. I could hear a mix of curiosity and concern in his voice, which strangely made me feel a little better.
"I..." I started before sighing and closing my book, letting it rest on my chest as I turned to face him. "I always feel like this when summer ends. You know, tourists leave, bars and restaurants start closing, and the days get shorter. Soon enough, you're walking through the empty streets of the old town and realise that everything ends someday."
"Aren't you a bit young to be lamenting over the passage of time and life's ephemerality?" Clément teased with a grin. "The last year of high school is the best, I'm sure you'll enjoy it! After that you'll be free to start a new life far from here!"
"It's not just that," I sighed. "You'll be going back to university soon, leaving me alone here with mom and dad. Even the house is going to feel lifeless soon."
"Are you guilting me for going back to university?" He laughed as I rolled my eyes.
"That's not what I said!" I protested.
"I'll be back for some weekends anyway! Between school and your friends, you'll have plenty to keep you busy in the meantime." Clément said with a reassuring smile. "But I'm glad to know you'll miss me at least a little."
"Where do you live in Corte? In a dorm or something?" I eventually inquired.
"A dorm? Ew, no! Thank God!" he laughed. "I'm sharing an apartment with Ange, actually." A surge of excitement hit me at the mention of his name, and I remembered what he had suggested when he drove me home.
"Do you think it would be possible for me to visit you there?" I asked tentatively, triggering Clément to raise an eyebrow. I hadn't shown much interest in visiting him at university before, so I wouldn't blame him for being surprised. I just hoped he wouldn't connect my sudden interest with the fact that Ange was his roommate.
"Uh... yeah, sure!" he answered, still looking a bit confused. "We'd have to ask mom and dad first, though."
"I don't think that's going to be a problem!" I chuckled with a bright smile. "Dad told me he's been worried and guilty that we hadn't been closer, so he's relieved we're finally spending time together."
"Really? He said that?" Clément asked, looking both surprised and slightly annoyed.
"Yup," I confirmed. I was about to add something when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I checked it and saw several unread texts from Yanis. "Urgh!" I exclaimed after reading them.
"What?" Clément asked with a frown.
"It's Yanis. He wants me to come with him and his date at the Canne à Sucres so he can introduce me."
"You don't sound too thrilled about it." My brother pointed out with a smirk.
"I hate being a third wheel! I don't even know this girl! He met her at your birthday party." I lamented.
"Really? What's her name?" Clément asked, raising an eyebrow and shifting in bed.
"Saveria, I think."
"Saveria?" He repeated, surprised.
"Yes, I think so. Why?"
"I... I would not have though that she was into..."
"Into what?" I asked, sitting up.
"Guys like Yanis," Clément finally said, a little hesitantly.
"And what's `a guy like Yanis' supposed to mean?" I asked sharply.
"I don't know! It's just that she never really seemed... I don't know, open minded enough to date a guy like Yanis." He explained, looking embarrassed.
"You mean that she's a racist?" I asked with a more pressing tone.
"Come on, Max! It's not just black and white like that! I don't know if she's racist." Clément protested while rolling his eyes. "I mean, clearly note if she goes on a date with Yanis. I just didn't expect it from her."
"Okay, that's it, I'm definitely coming to this fucking date now!" I exclaimed while sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm not letting a racist bitch alone with Yanis."
"Hey! Max!" Clément vigorously protested. "She's my friend!"
"Well, Clem, I love you, but you should really stop hanging out with racists!" I retorted.
"I wouldn't have many friends left!" Clément pointed out with an amused chuckle. I threw him a death stare and he dropped the smile before rolling his eyes at my seriousness. "Relax, if she's going on a date with him that's not to punch him in the face!"
"Not with me around, that's for sure." I said. "Well, you're coming?"
"Coming? Where?" My brother inquired with sudden confusion.
"Well, she's your friend after all, you said it yourself. Let's go together!"
"What? No, I'm not coming with you, what would I even do there?"
"You've got something else to do?" I asked provocatively, holding his gaze.
"No, it's not that I..." Clément began, then sighed heavily and got out of bed. "Fine!" he relented, and I grinned in satisfaction.
Ten minutes later, Clément and I were walking towards the Port to join Yanis and his date. My brother walked in silence beside me, mildly annoyed that I dragged him into it. When we arrived at La Canne à Sucre, the said Saveria was already there, waiting for us at a table. She stood up with a bright smile when she noticed my brother and I walking in her direction and gave each of us a kiss on the cheeks.
Clément and she started friendlily chatting right away, leaving me some time to gauge her and silently trying to assess if she deserved to go on a date with a guy like Yanis. Of course, no one could truly be good enough for him, but I needed to know how far off the mark she was.
I think my behaviour intrigued her because at some point she started asking me random questions, trying to initiate small talk and stuff, but thankfully for me Yanis arrived shortly after, and the focus shifted away from me.
Saveria seemed to perk up when she saw him. She stood up and gave him a single kiss on the cheek with a beaming smile. Her tone, her body language and energy were much different to the one she had when it had just been Clem and I, and I immediately realised that she had a huge crush on him.
Inwardly, I was pretty torn. Of course, I wanted Yanis' date to be at least as much into him as he was into her, but at the same time it stirred my jealousy and irked me. I hated this feeling, and it made me feel like I was not capable of controlling my emotions and be genuinely happy for my best friend, but I just couldn't fight the desire to keep him just for myself.
I tried to hide it as much as I could and participate in the chat, but I just couldn't come with anything smart to say. I just sat there like a shy kid that didn't know what to do with himself, praying that Yanis wouldn't find my behaviour rude or anything. Thank Zeus for Clem, though, as he was being his usual joyful self and was the ideal bridge between Saveria, whom he knew pretty well, and Yanis.
I noticed something odd when I looked around me, though. I could swear that a few people from tables around us were looking at us suspiciously. I didn't know these people, so I brushed it off as us maybe being too loud, even though I really didn't think we were.
"How did you and Yann meet?" Saveria eventually asked me, snapping me out of my reveries.
"Sorry, who?" I repeated with a confused frown.
"Yann!" She repeated with a chuckle. "How did you two meet?"
"We met in primary school; we were in the same class." Yanis eventually answered while shooting me an ashamed and panicked look. My brother raised his eyebrow with confusion and threw me a furtive glance too, suddenly realising the situation.
"Uh, I..." I stammered, completely taken aback. "Yes, I've met Yann in primary school! He just looked like a lost puppy; I couldn't resist." I added with a faint smile, trying to dissipate the sudden awkwardness. I turned to my brother as a plea for help and that's when I caught him sternly staring at Yanis, conveying his obvious disapproval.
Yanis uncomfortably shifted in his seat, and I think even Saveria noticed that something was off. My best friend looked at me and I tenderly smiled, silently saying that it was okay and that I was here for him. He took a deep breath and turned to Saveria with a smile.
"Do you have a nickname, by the way?" He asked her with faked nonchalance.
"Well, some people call me Savé, but I much rather Saveria to be honest."
"Yeah, I guess sometimes you just have to roll with it. I don't mind mine, but I guess it can be a bit confusing sometimes." Yanis answered with visible uneasiness.
"Why would they even give `Yann' a nickname? It's such a short name to start with!" Saveria laughed as Clem and I exchanged embarrassed glances.
"Yann is my nickname actually." He eventually said with nervousness. "It's short for Yanis."
"Yanis?" She repeated with an expression of confusion that was quickly replaced by one of realisation. "And... and what is your family name?" She inquired before gulping.
"El Adjaoui." Yanis answered with a hint of defiance, as if he were daring her to say something about it. My heart was beating as fast as if I were the one directly concerned and I couldn't help but bounce my leg anxiously beneath the table. Saveria looked like she didn't know what to say next, shooting glances all around her as if she were looking for an answer to her inward doubts. She looked at my brother with a hint of panic and he gave her an awkward smile.
"I mean, I've always preferred Yanis, it sounds better." Clément eventually tentatively said. "Your mother is Corsican, though, right?" He then added towards Yanis, then turning to Saveria as if he wanted to soften the blow.
"Yes." Yanis confirmed with a closed-off expression.
"Oh, okay." Saveria said with an almost imperceptible sigh. "I think one of my great grandmothers is from Sardinia, actually." She added with a mundane smile poorly dissimulating her discomfort. "When is your next rugby match by the way?"
And just like that, the conversation drifted to another subject and the awkwardness we just witnessed disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Saveria returned to her charming self and Yanis eventually relaxed. I'm not sure these two will meet again, but at least we were able to finish our ice creams without too much drama.
When it was time for us to part, Saveria got up and gave my brother and I a kiss on each cheek with a warm smile. She then turned to Yanis, and I stared with great interest as she placed her hand on his lower waist before dropping a single peck on his square jawline. Clem and I exchanged knowing glances, a bit surprised by that very warm farewell, especially after the whole nickname conversation.
As soon as she left, Yanis came to me and gave me a quick bro-hug.
"Thank you for coming." He then said with a soft voice. "And for having my back."
"I'll always have your back." I answered with a tender smile. "Even when you get yourself in trouble, `Yann'." I concluded with a playful wink that made him chuckle.
The next week passed in a blur for me. Being the last week before classes started again, I just had an impulse to do as much as I could. I managed to convince Yanis to do a canyoning outing in Bavella mountains where I almost died a couple of times, but where we had a lot of fun regardless.
On the way back from the mountain, we stopped at a tiny restaurant lost in the middle of nowhere by the tiny road snaking down back to the coast, where I had the best fucking Panini ever while Yanis told me more about Saveria and how, apparently, they couldn't spend an hour without texting each other. I politely smiled and inwardly sighed, adding another thing to the list of stuff that made me melancholic about summer ending.
Thankfully, I had one last thing to look forward to before going back to school. This Saturday, Thomas, the campers and I would leave the nautical base with a few catamarans, sail the whole afternoon and establish camp on the Cerbicale Islands, a few kilometres off the coast, bivouac there and sleep before returning to the base on Sunday around noon.
Of course, there still was the Guillaume problem, that I didn't meet since our last outing of the previous weekend, but it would be Thomas' last day at the base and I really didn't want to miss it.
On Saturday morning, I packed my bag for the night under the stars, knowing that the evening could be a bit chilly in this late August, especially by the sea, and hoped in my father's car.
The campers were super excited and, for once, we didn't have to push them to equip their catamarans as they eagerly moved around, chatting and laughing while Thomas and I discussed the wind and the itinerary we would take.
Because the base needed one security boat to stay, I had to take a catamaran, and when Thomas told the campers, most of them practically begged to be paired with me, which of course deeply flattered my ego. Thomas had a little game prepared, and the winner would get to sail with me. I looked around and immediately noticed that Guillaume had not shown any interest in being paired with me and didn't partake in the game.
It made me feel guilty again, but I rationalised that this was probably for the best. I don't think it would have been a good idea to spend a whole afternoon with this smoking hot teen that had sucked my cock dry a week ago.
Eventually, I was paired with a camper named David. He was pretty nice and easy going, and I remembered from previous activities that he was quite the athlete back in his hometown. As soon as we sailed out of the base, he asked me if I could maybe show him some more exciting tips, especially how to lift the second hull and make the boat lean. As the day was not too windy, I deemed it was safe to try without risking emulating the other catamarans to imitate me and capsize in the process.
I pulled the rope and tightened the great sail close to the wind, immediately gaining speed and progressively lifting the hull we were sitting on. I then strapped my life jacket to the shroud and placed my feet on the hull, pulling my whole body over the void to counterbalance the force of the wind with the weight of my body. David was stunned and had stars in his eyes as I explained how he could do the same.
He was a pretty good learner, and we had a very fun afternoon pushing the limits of what we could do. I could see in his eyes that at his moment, I was the coolest dude in the universe, and it made me pretty happy with myself.
We arrived earlier than others on the main Cerbicale island and started looking for the ideal spot to establish camp and make our bivouac. Thomas soon joined us and, when everyone was finally done unequipping their catamarans, he gathered us around him and detailed the program. He had planned several games and competitions on top of preparing the bivouac and the campers were ecstatic.
I was already pretty whacked from showing my sailing skills to David, but I still had lot of fun partaking into the games Thomas had prepared. When the games were done, the camp ready and the sun about to set, Thomas got a Bluetooth speaker out of his bag with a shit eating smirk and started playing music, announcing that we now had `quartier libre' or `free time' to do whatever we wanted. A few boys wanted to explore the island a little bit and I joined them, making sure that no one got lost or injured in the process. The vegetation was so deep, anyway, that we weren't able to do a lot before returning to camp. When we did, it was almost pitch dark and a fire camp was now burning at the centre of the bivouac. Most of the campers were gathered around, laughing, chatting and eating chips as Thomas' speaker blasted loud music and gave the whole thing a beach party vibe.
"It's really nice, I wish you didn't have to leave on Monday so we could make it last a little bit more!" I said with a faint smile as I sat next to Thomas on a log. He smiled at me and patted my back friendlily.
"Well, all good things come to an end, but I'll be back next year, don't worry!" He answered, showing off his cute dimples. "I might even have you as a colleague by then, and not an assistant."
"I like working for you, though!" I retorted with a grin.
"I know you do!" He laughed. "But you're getting overqualified, to be honest."
I smiled at his compliment, and he took another swing of his beer as I plunged my gaze into the fire. As I was about to talk, I saw Guillaume sit a little further next to Marc. Our gazes met and he frowned with discontent before looking away and shift with his back to me.
"Have you ever had a camper crossing some lines with you?" I eventually asked Thomas with a gulp and a nervous smile.
"What kind of lines?" Thomas inquired with a confused frown.
"I don't know, like... flirting maybe?"
"Oh!" He answered with sudden realisation, raising his eyebrow and breaking into a wide grin. "What do you think? Are you doubting my good looks?"
"I wouldn't dare!" I laughed back. "And what do you usually do about it?"
"Well, it is pretty much bound to happen when you're working with horny teens. There isn't much you can do about it, I just play dumb and pretend I don't know what their true feelings are." He explained with a more serious tone. "I'm almost thirty years old though, and none of the campers I work with are more than eighteen, so I know my place and would never play their game. I'm their instructor, a figure of authority and trust, and I don't play around with that trust."
"I see." I answered, somehow feeling even worse about what happened with Guillaume.
"Why are you asking?"
"Oh, I don't know, just to make conversation, I guess." I shamefully answered with a low voice. Thomas chuckled and grabbed my shoulder with a wide smirk.
"Who's flirting with you?" He eventually asked with a teasing tone.
"No one!" I defensively answered.
"Is it David? He was pretty happy to be paired with you!" Thomas kept inquiring with a wide grin. "Are you into him as well?"
I turned to him with a shocked expression, silently gasping and suddenly feeling very exposed.
"No, it's not David!" I protested before cursing myself for this ambiguous answer. "What makes you think it's a boy anyway?"
"Well, I don't think you would have asked me if you were not interested in the camper that flirted with you in the first place." Thomas pointed out with a chuckle. "And I remember the way you looked at me three years ago when I first started working at the base. As I said, just because I play dumb when a teen has the hots for me doesn't mean I don't actually see it." He added with a self-satisfied smile. I blushed intensely, feeling busted and shameful.
"I... I didn't..." I started saying, not even knowing if I had the force to deny it.
"Max, it's okay. I didn't care back then, and I certainly don't now!" He said with a reassuring smile. "So, if not David, who is it?"
"Guillaume." I confessed with a soft voice.
"Damn, of course it would be Guillaume!" Thomas laughed before taking another swing of his beer. "This kid is nothing but trouble!"
"I think I fucked up with him." I admitted with a gulp and a lump in the throat.
"How so?"
"I... I let him cross boundaries when we went for that kayak outing last week."
"Damn!" Thomas exclaimed with a grin. "Listen, Max, I'm a professional instructor, and I'm ten years older than you guys! You're just an assistant, so far, and you're practically the same age as well! It's okay!"
"Really?"
"I mean, I'm not saying that you should jump on every last one of these teenagers if you have the chance! In your position, you should be really careful and considerate!" He began with a fatherly tone. "But I know you're smart enough to make the difference between some harmless fun and abusing of your influence. Besides, Guillaume is a pretty mature kid, despite being a pain in the ass to train!" He concluded with a reassuring smile.
"I felt so ashamed afterwards that I think I was a little too dry with him." I explained with a faint sad smile. "I think he took it pretty personally."
"I mean, you're both stuck on an island, you could still make it right." Thomas answered with a knowing smile.
"You think so?"
"If that's what you want, yeah." Thomas confirmed with a shrug. "Just make sure to both be discreet about it, and I'll make sure to look the other way."
I shot him a half amused half surprised glance before nodding and getting up. I took a deep breath and walked to Guillaume before gently patting his shoulder. He turned around and seemed really surprised when he realised it was me.
"Can you help me gather some more wood for the fire?" I asked with a kind smile. Guillaume raised his eyebrows and shot Marc a furtive glance before sighing and standing up.
He followed me into the woods, in the pitch-dark night, until the laughter, music and chatting faded away into a distant humming.
"Did you bring me here to kill me?" Guillaume eventually joked with a sharp cold tone.
"Not quite!" I chuckled before turning around and face him. "Listen, I just wanted to apologise for the way I reacted after..."
"After I sucked your dick." Guillaume dryly said, finishing my sentence.
"Yes." I confirmed with an embarrassed smile. "I think I just panicked, and I didn't want to take advantage of you but it was wrong of me to give you the cold shoulder."
"Indeed."
"I'm sorry about that. I didn't know how to react because I actually am into you." I confessed, which seemed to make him relax and drop his sulky expression a little bit. "You're really handsome, super-hot, and it was very hard to resist you."
"Really?" He inquired with a sudden flattered smile.
"Yes, believe me, it was!" I confirmed with a chuckle. "And now that I won't be your instructor anymore, I wondered if you wanted to... forgive me." I added while taking a step closer and putting my hand on his lower stomach.
His smile broke into a cocky grin, and he quickly grabbed my hand to push it lower. I soon had his growing bulge cupped into the palm of my hand as his mouth approached my ear.
"I think I might forgive you, but you'll have to apologise harder." He murmured in a suave playful tone.
"Oh, yes?" I asked while biting my lower lip and grinding my hand on his hardening cock. I got closer to him and approached his face until our lips touched. I felt him melt under my touch as he parted his mouth and started kissing me back, slipping his tongue inside of me and rolling it around mine.
I broke the embrace and fell into my knees, feeling my heart beating fast and my temple pound on my head. I took a deep breath and finally lowered his shorts and underwear, freeing the cock I had fantasised about ever since I saw it in the showers. I grabbed his warm and rock-hard shaft and gently pulled his foreskin off. The scent of his cock immediately turned me on and got me high with lust.
"Zeus!" I exclaimed in a muffled voice before burring my nose between his cock and balls, taking a deep inspiration and filling my nostrils. With my tongue, I gently lapped the tip of his cock, moaning like a fucking whore in heat before engulfing it whole. I started bobbing up and down on his dick as he groaned with pleasure, browsing his hand in my hair.
In the palm of my hand, I had his heavy ball sac as I felt his cock twitch inside of my mouth. I would gag and choke on his cock, trying to get it all until, finally, I could burry my nose in his pubes. The tip of his cock was firmly lodged in my throat, preventing me to breath, and I stayed there for several long seconds. When I got his cock out of my mouth, I quickly caught up on my breath before he grabbed his cock and slapped it on my face with a loud thud.
"Lay down on the ground and lower your shorts." Guillaume asked me with a firm tone. I looked up at him and gulped before complying, feeling the rocks uncomfortably press into my skin on the dirt path.
Guillaume got rid of his shorts and spat on his hand before rubbing his hole with it. He then squatted down and, completely unexpectedly, lowered himself on my cock. I loudly gasped as I felt the tip of my cock enter his tight pussy. He stayed still for a few seconds to accommodate my dick before lowering himself some more until I was entirely buried inside of him.
I only had limited experience in gay sex, but I had always seen myself as a bottom, but for some reason this was so fucking hot. I was completely hard and I just watched in awe as Guillaume started bouncing on my cock, leaning on top of me and resting his hands on my shoulders for traction.
He leaned down some more and started furiously kissing me as I started pushing my cock deeper into him, slapping my balls against his tender cheeks. He then straightened up and grabbed his cock, still wet from my saliva, furiously jerking off as we both moaned.
Damn, this was hot! I knew I would not last long and, thankfully, I could tell he wouldn't either. He had his eyes closed in orgasmic pleasure; his face twisted in a wince that could pass as pain but was quite the opposite.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed right before I felt his tight pussy spasm and press my cock like a vice. Suddenly, a rope of cum flew out of his dick and landed on my face and torso. He groaned and at list six other ropes of cum erupted from him as I grabbed his waist and slammed my cock inside of him as hard as I could before feeling my own balls tighten. I coated his insides with my cum in a mighty roar, my hole twitching with each load I filled him with.
Finally, I let go of his waist and sighed with content, a broad smile appearing on my face. Guillaume slowly straightened up and my deflating cock slipped out of his now gaping pussy with an audible plop. I chuckled, my chest and face covered in his cum, and slowly stood up as well.
Guillaume grabbed his boxer briefs and cleaned his cum coated cock with it before approaching me and cleaning my face and torso with this same underwear. He then tucked it in his short's pocket and got dressed.
"I'll clean up in the water." He told me with a smirk before turning around and walking towards the camp.
"Don't forget to get some wood on the way!" I reminded him with a playful chuckle as I followed him.
When we arrived back at the bivouac, I met Thomas' gaze and he smirked at me, shaking his head with amusement as if he knew exactly what had happened in the maquis.
Soon, the improvised beach party died out and everyone grabbed their sleeping bags to pick somewhere to settle. I laid down in mine, facing up and looking at the stars above me pensively. Summer was already slipping though my fingers, and my future had never been more uncertain.
When my father picked me up from the nautical base the next day, I was feeling down and tired, having said my farewells to the campers and to Thomas. I didn't feel like talking and couldn't get rid of the lump in my throat. Dad probably felt it and simply ruffled my hair with a kind smile, not asking me anything and letting me sulk in peace.
Later in the afternoon, as I was due to meet Yanis after his rugby practice, I headed to the stadium with my bike, only feeling slightly better. I leaned my bike on the stadium's wall and walked in.
Immediately, I heard some shouting coming from the locker room and started rushing there.
"... I don't want you to speak to her, I don't want you to look at her or even think of her, you fucking Musgingatu!" Gianlucca Giovannoni yelled at Yanis with an accusing finger pointed at him.
"What's going on?" I loudly inquired as I approached, turning to Yanis for an explanation. He had a stern closed off expression of anger and stared at Gianlucca, not even turning to look at me. "Why is this motherfucker shouting at you?"
"Mind your own fucking business Pinzutu and tell your boyfriend here that he can stick to fucking your ass and keep his hands off my cousin!" Gianlucca shouted at me with his face twisted in rage.
"Aw, are you sad she will break this long inbreeding tradition your family established?" I laughed at his face with a mean snicker.
"Mind your words!" Gianlucca threatened me while taking a step closer before Ugo prevented him from going further. "As for you, Musgingatu, if you ever touch her again, I'll make sure you feed the boars!"
"Keep threatening him and I'll make sure your bloodline stops here and now!" I muttered with a low menacing tone. "You heard me, you dumb fucking racist scum?" I continued with growing rage, suddenly taking a step closer.
I felt my fist tighten into a ball and I was about to punch his stupid face to a pulp when, suddenly, Antonu placed himself right in front of me. My jaw was clenched so tight it hurt, and I wanted to push him aside to fight this motherfucker, but Antonu put his hand on my shoulder, pressing his body against mine and slowly pushing me backward.
"Everyone is going to calm down now." Antonu commanded with a deep low voice. He then lowered his gaze on mine, his body towering mine.
"Fuck you and your friends!" I spat out, looking at him in the eye. I then stepped away from Antonu and grabbed Yanis' wrist before dragging him with me. "Touch him and you die!" I added with a cold angry tone, pointing my finger at Gianlucca before storming off the stadium, still dragging Yanis with me.
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