Forging Maximilien Chapter 4
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Capitulu IV. Addiu
"Come on boys, hurry up!" Thomas, the sailing instructor I was helping train the campers, shouted as the teenagers scurried around their catamarans, rushing to unequip their boats and be the firsts to hit the locker room showers.
I walked along the beach, making sure that the campers were doing their jobs properly and counting the catamarans in my head.
"Thomas!" I exclaimed with a confused frown before rushing back to his side as he explained a teenage girl how to lower the main sail. He grabbed the rope and started undoing a knot, inadvertently flexing his biceps in the process as the girls around him gawked in total awe.
I discreetly smirked at the scene, as it was all too familiar. When Thomas first arrived at our sailing base, three years ago, he had been my absolute crush. His perfectly tanned skin always contrasted with his big green eyes and his wavy and messy hair neglectingly falling on his forehead. He had a deep low voice that managed to sound both commanding and incredibly sweet.
Thomas was almost thirty years old, though, and was thankfully oblivious to the lust he had provoked in me, just as he was to the lust he provoked in these teenage girls right now.
He finished explaining the girls how to lower the sail and finally turned to me, flashing his cute dimples with a charming smile.
"All good?" He asked me while squeezing my shoulder friendlily.
"Thomas, how many catamarans left the base with us this morning?"
"Twelve, why?"
"I think there is one missing, then." I confirmed with an embarrassed pout.
Thomas sighed and rolled his eyes before turning to the campers bustling about their boats behind us. He scrutinised them with a focused gaze and finally shook his head in annoyance.
"That must be Guillaume and Marc, I can't see them anywhere." He eventually concluded. "Damn those kids, I told them not to sail too far! They were almost at the exit of the Gulf when I last saw them!"
"Let me find them then, you can help the campers here." I offered with a faint smile.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" Thomas asked with a concerned frown. "I don't know how far they are; it might take you some time to escort them back."
"It's all good," I confirmed while grabbing my boat's motor keys. Thomas eventually nodded before patting my arm and giving me a grateful smile. "Let the director know not to lock the base, I'll do it once I'm done and leave the keys in the usual spot." I instructed while walking to my boat as Thomas raised his thumb up in acknowledgement.
I jumped on my little red semi-rigid boat and started the motor before sailing away from the nautical base at high speed. I quickly put on my sunglasses and started scrutinizing the gulf to find the missing crew.
After looking for about ten minutes, I finally spotted them at the far eastern end of the gulf. I set my tiny boat's course on their location and sailed towards them at high speed, my hand firmly holding the boat as it bounced up and down on the waves while the wind sent my hair flying on my nape.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I shouted as I pulled my boat next to their catamaran. "Do you have any idea what time it is? You'll be lucky if Thomas lets you board anything other than an inflatable mattress before the end of your stay!" I added angrily as the two teenage boys looked back at me with horrified expressions.
"But Max, we were..."
"Save your whining for someone who cares and set your course to the base at once before I decide to escort you back to the airport!" I interrupted with a stern tone before starting my motor again and take the lead.
Truthfully, it wasn't that big of a deal, only mildly annoying and not really a rare occurrence when training campers, but I enjoyed the power I had over these boys, only one or two years younger than me. I might be a little fucked up, but playing the angry adult that lectured badly behaved teens brought me some weird satisfaction.
I wasn't a tyrant, far from it actually, and the campers loved me as much as they loved Thomas, but I made a point of them knowing that I wasn't their friends, but their instructor.
After making sure the boys were following me, we finally made it back to the base. It took us an hour, and by that time Thomas and the campers had been finished for a while and had left the base, which meant that I would have to walk the boys back to their dorms a little further up the hill once finished.
After securing my boat on the dock, I got on the beach and helped the boys unequip their catamaran.
Marc was a shy kid and didn't speak much to me, as usual, but Guillaume on the other hand couldn't stop joking around and ask me all sorts of questions. He was no doubt the initiator of many of the boy's mischiefs, but he was endearing as well.
For some reason, though, Guillaume's behaviour towards me was unsettling. He never really crossed any red lines and never disrespected my authority, but the way he looked at me was somehow off. His gaze often plunged on mine with an intensity that I didn't know how to respond to.
As I was lowering the main sail, Guillaume fetched for a rope behind me and put his hand on my lower back to signal his presence. Nothing inappropriate or even out of the ordinary, but the way he did it always made me cringe.
Inwardly, I discarded my doubts as a consequence of my own horniness. I thought that because I spent my day surrounded by semi-naked teens, I had to be extra careful not to have any inappropriate thoughts, and Guillaume was maybe stirring some of these hidden thoughts. He was only one year younger than me, and you'd have to be blind to be oblivious to his exceptional good look.
As I rolled the main sail, I threw a quick glance in his direction, only to find his big, beautiful eyes staring back at me, the beginning of a smirk at the corner of his mischievous mouth.
"Alright, you guys can hit the showers, I'll get the catamaran back to its spot." I said as I handed them some equipment to return to the base. I was almost done putting the catamaran on the trailer when I saw Guillaume walking back to me.
"Anything wrong?" I asked while raising my eyebrow in surprise.
"No, nothing, I just wanted to help you out." He answered with a grin, putting his hand on my back friendlily. "After all, it's my fault we're late."
"It's okay, it happens." I brushed off with a faint smile as Guillaume helped me pull the catamaran on the tailer. I grabbed the handle and carefully brought the boat off the beach up the dirt trail where all our ships were parked.
As if I could feel his gaze on my skin, I quickly turned around to catch Guillaume's eyes staring at my flexing butt cheeks as I pulled the trailer on the path. He then looked at me, but instead of looking embarrassed he grinned slyly, making me blush with confusion and uncertainty.
I needed to get out of here fast, being alone with this camper obviously was a bad idea. I had been told repeatedly by the director that an instructor was not meant to `familiarise' with campers. We were not supposed to be their friends, and I'm pretty sure we could extend this principle to matters of the flesh.
"Alright, you go join Marc in your lockers, I'll go to mine and grab a shower before locking the base." I said after putting the catamaran to its spot. Guillaume nodded and I walked back to the base.
The good thing was that the campers and the instructors had different locker-rooms and so I wouldn't have to interact with Guillaume alone anymore. Whatever this kid had in mind, he wouldn't dare going too far in front of his buddy Marc.
I quickly got undressed and neglectingly threw my damp shorts on the wooden bench before walking on the wet tiles of the shower space and placing myself under a head. I pressed the button and felt the warm water pour over me, washing the salt and sweat away from this sailing day.
I deeply sighed, my muscles relaxing as I raised my head, letting the water hit my face and cascade down my back up to my butt crack before dripping from my balls and dick. I poured some shampoo in the palm of my hand and started rubbing my scalp, making sure to get all the sand residues from my hair.
As I was about to rinse my hair, I heard something behind me and quickly turned around. Guillaume there, at the entrance of the shower, standing in his damp grey underwear, his shaft clearly outlined, the tip of his cock almost poking out of his brief's left leg.
"Do you mind?" He asked me with an intense stare.
"What are you doing here? You're not allowed in this locker!" I protested while covering my chubbing dick with my hands.
"Our lockers were closed, Marc is waiting outside but I really wanted to shower and, you know... since it's only us two here." He explained with faked lament that poorly matched with the spark in his eyes.
"I... uh..." I stuttered. "Okay." I relented, not knowing how to justify denying him to have a shower if his lockers were closed.
Guillaume smirked at me and provocatively hooked his brief's waistband before lowering it in one swift motion, letting his semi-hard cock swing from left to right. Zeus, it was a beautiful cock! Uncut, thick and meaty, I could hardly take my eyes off it.
I gulped, realising how dangerous the current situation was, and turned to face the wall as Guillaume walked under the shower head next to mine. I could feel his gaze on my body without even having to turn around to confirm. I closed my eyes and heard his shower start running.
My heart was beating fast, and I felt a knot in my stomach. This was wrong, on so many levels, and I was torn between my desire and my duties. So far, I had done nothing out of line, after all, since Guillaume had been the initiator of everything.
What could be wrong with just looking? We were both naked in the shower, it was natural to be curious, even for me. I gulped and slowly opened my eyes before turning the head.
I first looked at water loudly crashing between his two feet, his muscled calves and almost hairless thighs as my eyes kept wandering higher. Then, I saw them again, his heavy balls and fat cock, the tip of his dick partially peeking from his foreskin in a deep pink colour, water dripping from it as if he were pissing. I sighed, feeling my own cock grow hard without touching it.
Then I met his gaze, looking straight back at me with a shit eating smirk, aware of the lust he provoked in me and seemingly drunk with this newly found power over me. Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed his cock and started slowly jerking off.
I looked at it while my heart pounded in my chest, begging me to run away, my legs refusing to obey and my mouth watering already. I did nothing wrong yet, I kept telling myself in my head.
Then, Guillaume let go of his now rock-hard cock and placed his hands on his hips while pushing his pelvis in front. He stared at me with intensity and nodded towards his cock, inviting me to kneel in front of him and submit to his cock. I was transfixed, and for a minute I didn't know what to do.
Suddenly, I turned my water off and walked out of the showers.
"Don't be too long, I'll wait outside to lock the base after you." I exclaimed with faked insurance, trying to sound as normal as possible.
Fuck... that was close, I thought when bolting outside of the locker room after getting changed. I sighed and tried to calm myself down, my heart still beating fast and my legs wobbling with adrenaline.
Outside of the base, in front of the door, Marc was waiting next to his bag, his damp hair and fresh clothes being another proof of Guillaume's deception.
"Your lockers were not closed at all, were they?" I inquired with a hint of annoyance.
"Uh... well they..." Marc started nervously answering with flushed cheeks.
"Don't bother answering that." I cut him off while shaking my head disapprovingly. Fucking horny bold teen!
After Guillaume joined us, acting as if he never offered me his cock to suck, I walked them back to their dorms and handed them to their camp counsellors before hopping on my bike.
This evening was Yanis' first rugby match, and I would be late for the whistling blow. I simply hoped he would be too absorbed by his game and wouldn't notice I missed the first part of the match. I pedalled like a madman and when I finally arrived at the stadium I was sweating like a pig.
I ran to the stands and found Marie waving at me and signalling me to sit next to her.
"Sorry, I was held back at the nautical base. What did I miss?" I exclaimed, out of breath.
"Just a few guys running after a ball." She laughed as the girl next to us rolled her eyes.
I had never seen a rugby match before, so I wasn't sure what to expect, but I thought it would be kind of boring. I had never been into watching sport after all, as I would much rather be doing it. Still, as Marion told me about her day, I felt myself absorbed by the field.
Yanis was running, holding the ball in his arms as if it were a baby. His muscled thigh kept flexing as he pushed forward. He was then brutally stopped in his track by one of the opposite team's players, their bodies colliding into one another's. In the collision, his polo shirt was lift up and his stomach exposed, revealing his toned abs to the public, traces of mud all over him.
He was so handsome, so manly, it almost felt surreal. Zeus, how could anyone be so handsome? And these calves, how did I never notice how big his calves were? They seemed like they had been carved right out of a block of marble and I...
"Max?" Marion called with a confused frown.
"Uh?"
"I asked if you wanted something to drink, I'm going to the food truck." She repeated while staring at me worriedly.
"Oh uh... no thanks, the match is almost over anyway." I answered with a faint smile. Marion nodded and rushed down the stairs of the stands, leaving me alone with her handbag.
I deeply sighed and closed my eyes for a second. This fucking camper had made me horny and now all I could think about was sex, and I needed to snap out of it. Thankfully, the match was almost over, and I was able to maintain my composure watching the rest of it.
When the final whistle blew, the stands erupted in cheer and applause as Porto-Vecchio's team had won the match. I was relieved, as I knew Yanis had been nervous about his first match for the past ten days. With a broad smile, Marion and I got down the stands and walked to the food truck by the stadium to wait for the team to join us.
"Congratulations babe!" Marion exclaimed when Julien joined us. He took her in his arms and dropped a tender kiss on her lips before untangling himself and kissing me on the cheeks.
"What's up Max? How did you like your first rugby match?"
"It was pretty nice! Well done on your Victory!" I congratulated him with a broad smile as he tapped my shoulder friendlily. "How was Yanis?"
"Pretty amazing if you ask me!" Julien answered with a smirk. "Although I'm not team captain, so you'd have to ask Antonu."
"I think I'll take you word for it." I answered with a chuckle. "So, when is your next..." I started before feeling someone pulling me towards him from behind. I turned around and saw Yanis smiling at me; he was beaming with pride.
"We won!" He exclaimed while flashing me his pearly white teeth with a bright smile that made his dimple flex.
"You did! Congratulations!" I answered with a soft admirative voice. Yanis looked at me for a few seconds, his eyes sparkling with joy, before turning to Marion and Julien and starting to talk. He never let go of me, though, and his arm was wrapped around my neck, his exposed armpit resting on my shoulder and making me high with lust.
His body was still sweating from the match he just played, and his warmth was radiating through me, making me feel like I could be absorbed into him as one single entity. I wanted to plunge my face in his powerful chest, to let my hands browse his muscled back as my nose filled with his scent, but I couldn't.
"Let me get you something to drink, beer?" I suddenly exclaimed, swiftly untangling myself from his embrace, feeling that I was approaching the snapping point where my composure would crumble.
"Sure!" Yanis answered with a kind smile. I smiled back at him and nodded before rushing to the food truck. I closed my eyes and gulped. Damn, what was I playing at? Perving on my best friend while he just wanted to share the excitement of his first rugby victory. I cursed myself inwardly for being such a creep and moved along in the line.
"And look who's here, if it isn't our new teammate's little girlfriend!" A voice sneered behind me. I didn't have to turn back to know this annoying voice belonged to Gianlucca. I turned around and shot him a death stare while Ugo was displaying a shit eating smirk behind him. "You came to gawk on some real men, princess?"
"Real men?" I sarcastically mocked while looking him up and down with a disgusted pout. "Be sure to tell me if you see one, admitting you'd know what it looks like."
Gianlucca's face darkened and he was about to retort something when, suddenly, Antonu arrived out of nowhere.
"Bastien said yes to meet at his place tonight, guys." He told his two friends while Gianlucca and I kept staring at one another. Antonu then turned to me and locked his eyes in mine with disdain and contempt. "Do I have something on my face, Pinzutu?"
"I can't see how it would make it worse anyway." I snapped before grabbing my order and walking back to Yanis. I don't know what I was expecting, Antonu always had been such an asshole, there was no reason for it to change because we had some meaningless sex once or twice.
Yanis was in the midst of a conversation with Bastien and Julien when I arrived carrying our drinks. I smiled at him and handed him his beer as I took a sip of my Liptonic when Bastien turned to me.
"... and you're invited too, Max." Bastien concluded towards me.
"Hm?" I frowned with my mouthful of Liptonic. "Invited where?" I inquired after swallowing, throwing a quick glance at my best friend.
"To my house, to celebrate our victory, tonight!" Bastien specified.
"Oh, sorry I've got something planned with my brother. Congratulations to you all, though. It was my first match, but I can tell it was a beautiful one!" I declined as Yanis shot me a disappointed glance. "Sorry, I promised Clément..." I added with a soft voice.
"It's okay, there will be other victories and other celebrations, right guys?" Yanis exclaimed towards his teammates. I gave him a faint smile and he winked at me reassuringly.
After going back home I showered once more, to wash away the sweat from the bike ride, and changed into my evening clothes. Clément told me that we would be eating at a beach restaurant, and I knew it could be chilly after the sunset. I put a nice navy-blue shirt with beige chino pants and a liberal amount of perfume before jumping on my bed and waiting for my brother's signal while texting some of my friends on Instagram.
At some point, there was a knock at my door and, believing it was my brother, I jumped from my bed, getting ready to put my shoes on. However, my father walked in and chuckled and when he saw how eager I was to go to the restaurant. He sat next to me on the edge of my bed and got a hundred-euro bank note from his pocket and handed it to me.
"What's that for?" I inquired with a confused frown.
"For the restaurant, for your brother and you."
"Why don't you give it to Clément then?"
"So, you don't have to look like the little kid he brought with him." Dad answered with a knowing smile. "I don't have a brother, but I remember how it felt going out with my older cousin and his friends. It's not just normal to admire boys older than you, I would say it's healthy, but it's easy to feel belittled and out of place, especially when you're not out of high school yet and they are."
"Clément doesn't make me feel like a little boy in front of his friends, he's actually nicer to me in front of them than he is home." I answered with a faint chuckle. "Even though he's also nicer home since I started going out with them." I pointed out with a more serious tone.
"Good, I'm glad you two are getting along now." Dad answered with a kind smile. "It wasn't my business to meddle, but it had been on my mind for a while now. I felt a bit sad to see my two boys growing as strangers, and maybe a bit guilty too."
"Guilty, why?" I inquired with a frown.
"I don't know, as a parent it's easy to feel responsible for everything, especially when it comes to these sorts of things. I felt like maybe I did something wrong, either feeding an unhealthy rivalry between the two of you or being oblivious to something that I could solve."
"You're thinking way too deep into it, Dad." I replied with a reassuring smile. "Maybe it just needed time."
"Yes, you're probably right. I've always been thinking too much, and I know you are too." He answered while patting my thigh. "Anyway, enjoy your dinner together!" He concluded before getting up and leaving the bedroom, leaving me contemplating his words pensively.
"Are you ready?" Clément eventually asked after pushing my ajar door open a few minutes later.
As my brother drove us to the restaurant, I carefully picked our playlist and joyfully hummed as he shook his head disapprovingly, the beginning of an amused smirk on the corner of his mouth. For some reason, I felt oddly good about this evening and was able to relax and let go of my usual worries and doubts.
We were the first to arrive at the restaurant, quickly followed by Paul. The waiters placed us at a round table by the edge of the wooden terrasse, right above the beach. The daylight was already fading, and the sky of Santa Gulia had an orange shade.
"Ange just texted me; he will be 10 minutes late." Clément announced while looking at his phone. "Let's get something to drink in the meantime."
"Good idea." Paul confirmed before raising his hand to get the waiter's attention. "We'll get a bottle of Prosecco to share."
"I'll only dip my lips; I had a long day so it wouldn't take me a lot to get drunk." I chuckled politely.
"Really, what have you been up to?" Clément inquired, raising his eyebrow with a little grin.
"I've been helping the sailing base train campers, and some kids went too far, I had to escort them back and that made me late for the rugby match so I had to..."
"Rugby match?" Paul interrupted with a frown.
"Yes, it was my best friend's first match as a part of the team. I think you've met him at Clément's birthday actually, Yanis."
"Oh, yes I remember." Paul acknowledged with a nod.
"Anyway, I had to pedal like a madman to arrive at the stadium before the end of the game. That, plus spending the day under the sun on the water, makes me feel like I shouldn't be too enthusiastic with the Prosecco." I explained with a laughter. "And I also..." I continued before feeling someone put his hands on my shoulders.
"What's up boys, I hope you didn't wait for too long." Ange exclaimed with a smirk as he squeezed my shoulders friendlily.
"Not at all, we just ordered some wine actually!" Clément answered as Ange sat face to me, between Paul and my brother. I smiled at him with a hint of shyness, and he displayed a warm and somewhat mischievous grin. How I could behave like such a timid prude whenever he was around was beyond my understanding, but let's say Ange still made a strong impression on me.
Dinner started nicely and soon we were all joking around, chatting and discussing about various topic as I filled my stomach with a delicious Milanese scallop. I was having a great time, looking at my brother and being thankful for him to include me in his plans. I reflected on my father's words and decided that I would work harder on my relationship to Clément this year, not letting University and school getting in the way of us developing a more intimate bond.
"When are you leaving for Thailand, by the way?" Paul suddenly asked Ange as we just finished ordering dessert. I raised my eyebrow in surprise and looked at him with a confused expression.
"Tomorrow evening, we'll first fly to Paris and then Bangkok on Tuesday." Ange explained with an excited smile.
"When will you be back?" My brother inquired before taking another sip of Prosecco.
"Well, I won't be back before early September, I'll go straight to Corte for classes."
"So, you won't be back in Porto-Vecchio at all?" I eventually asked with a soft tone, feeling a sudden pit in my stomach.
"No, not before October's holiday." Ange confirmed casually.
There was a silence following his answer, I kept staring at him with a mix of sadness and disbelief, a lump in my throat. I tried my best not to be too obvious about it, but it was such a shock to me that I wouldn't be able to see him again this summer that I think everyone around the table realised that the news stunned me.
Thankfully, Bastien followed up with another question and the conversation kept going, but without me. I was having such a good time, and now all I could think about was the loneliness I suddenly felt growing inside of me.
I ate my dessert in silence, not feeling like chatting anymore. Ange threw a few glances in my direction, trying to get my attention, but I was too afraid that it would make me even more emotional to engage.
"Are you guys ready for Via Notte?" Clément mischievously exclaimed. I looked at him with surprise as I had no idea the plan included going to the nightclub after the restaurant.
"I... uh... I think I'm a bit too tired. I can drop you off there and pick you up when you're done if you want?" I declined with an embarrassed smile.
"Nah, don't worry, I'll drive you back and join the guys later." Clément answered before grabbing my wrist and squeezing it friendlily.
"It's okay, I can drive your brother back. I won't join you guys, I have too much packing to do tomorrow to go out with you." Ange eventually offered. I raised my eyebrows, wanting to protest, but not finding any good reason to do so.
"For real? You're not coming with us?" Paul offendedly inquired.
"Yeah, sorry guys."
My brother called the waiter and asked for the bill as we got ready to leave, a growing pit in my stomach at the idea that I would be alone with Ange on our way back. As my father instructed, I paid for my brother and I, to his surprise, and we parted on the parking as I followed Ange to his car.
The first few minutes of the ride were dead silent, and I wondered if I would muster the courage to break the ice and find something to say, but he was quicker than I.
"So, how have you been doing lately?" He eventually tentatively asked.
"Uh... okay, I guess?" I timidly answered.
"You seemed a little off at dinner towards the end." He pointed out while keeping his eyes on the road.
"I was just a little tired, that's all." I lied.
"Are you sure? It looked like it had something to do with me, for some reason."
I gulped and turned my head toward my window, hiding my face from him. I didn't know what to say, I could have lied and told him that it didn't, but I didn't feel like I could. I was ashamed of me, for behaving as such a pussy in front of a guy I liked that much.
Ange didn't say anything either after that but at some point, instead of going straight like he should have, he took a sharp turn and started driving on a tiny snaking road up the hill.
After a bumpy ride, the car suddenly stopped at a dead end on the very top of the hill, next to tall communication antennas.
"Come with me." Ange instructed before leaving the car. I raised my eyebrow in surprise and unbuckled my seatbelt before following him.
He walked up to a large pink granite stone that overlooked the whole gulf of Porto-Vecchio, several hundreds of meters above.
"What is this place?" I inquired with a frown.
"You'd never been before? I sometimes come here to sit and look at the landscape, it's pretty quiet as tourists don't know about it."
"It's beautiful." I muttered before sitting next to him on the rock, my feet dandling into the void.
"So, what's the matter with you?" Ange eventually asked me with a kind smile. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"It's stupid really, I just... I though we'd have more time to get to know each other, and when you said that you were going straight to university after Thailand, I just got... I don't know, disappointed maybe." I confessed with a sad low tone. Ange stayed silent next to me, looking at me with a mix of compassion and warry. "How pathetic is this really, having a crush on the first guy that fucks you."
"The first guy that fucks you? But... you told me that..."
"I lied." I exclaimed more vigorously than intended. "I just didn't want to sound like a pathetic virgin boy, but here I am anyway, throwing a tantrum because you're going back to University as planned." I explained before sighing. I kept my head down and stared at the void below me, afraid to turn my head and see the disappointment on Ange's face.
"Max..." Ange eventually muttered before taking a deep breath and sighing. "I don't think you're pathetic at all, it's just that I didn't realise that you saw me that way." He said as I finally dared turning my head and meeting his gaze. "I wish you'd told me; I would have been more... I don't know, considerate maybe."
"You've done nothing wrong, I just got carried away."
"I love spending time with you, you know, and I hope we will keep spending time together in the future as well, but there are many good reasons why you and I couldn't be more than friends."
"Like what?" I inquired defensively while frowning. Ange shot me a lecturing glance and shook his head with amusement.
"Well, the fact that I'm a university student in Corte and that you still have one more year to do in high school here. I'm way older than you are and..."
"Oh, come on, three years is nothing!" I protested.
"Not even mentioning that I'm your brother's best friend!" He added with a more serious tone. "Max, I would understand if you wanted to keep your distance from now on, but I can assure you that I'd be glad to spend more time with you in the future, and I don't mean only on your knees." He added with a light chuckle and an elbow nudge that made me smile. "But I'm not the guy for you, I'm sorry."
I sighed and stared pensively in front of me for a while, letting an awkward silence settle between us.
"I'm going to miss our fun sessions behind Clem's back." I eventually confessed with a mischievous smirk.
"Honestly, you're the best fuck I ever had." Ange answered with a wide grin.
"Do you think we could... one last time?" I inquired tentatively, softly shaking my legs in the void. Ange smiled at me and slowly placed his hand on my cheek before approaching. He then dropped a tender kiss on my lips.
I felt a wave of emotion surging inside of me, my chin started to feebly tremble and my heart ache. I suddenly put my hand on his nape and started kissing him back. I didn't want him to leave, I wanted him to be mine, and me his, I wanted to be able to smell his scent and know that I could come back to it whenever I felt sad or doubtful. He felt like home, and I wondered if I would ever feel the same for another guy.
I tried to empty my mind of these thoughts, but it only made them worse. The only thing I knew was that he was here with me, at this very moment, and I never wanted it to end.
Ange wrapped me in his arms as we passionately made out, sitting on the edge. I started letting my mind go and fully dissolve in his embrace, letting my thoughts disappear as my sense took full control. His large hands were on my back, my sides, caressing me and making me feel loved.
At some point, he stood up and carried me back towards the car. His hands were now all over my ass, feeling and squeezing it with lust. I let my head rest on the small of his neck as my hand roamed his chest, feeling his muscled pecs and abs, adventuring as far as feeling his growing bulge that I knew awaited me impatiently.
He dropped me on the floor, and I stood in front of him. He hooked my chin and dropped a long passionate kiss on my lips, slipping his tongue inside of me once more. I started slowly unbuttoning his jeans, burning with lust.
Then, I dropped on my knees as he leaned on the front of his car, looking at me with anticipation as I hooked the waistband of his boxer briefs with my fingers. I lowered his underwear, and his massive cock bounced free, almost hitting me in the face. I bit my lower lip with desire and buried my nose between his thigh and his ball-sack. I inhaled deeply and felt my whole-body fill with his scent, getting high with it.
Zeus, I loved his smell. I grabbed his hot and rock-hard cock and started rubbing my face on it as he looked down at me with a sly smirk. I kissed each of his balls reverently and pulled his foreskin off before smearing some of his precum on my nose, lips and cheeks, marking myself as his whore and property. I wanted to be his, I wanted him to degrade me and use me for his selfish pleasure.
"Fuck my face." I softly requested before opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out obediently. He let out a little chuckle and grabbed his cock before aiming it at my awaiting mouth, he then plunged half of his throbbing dick in one thrust making me gag before pulling out and pushing in again.
He then placed his hands on the side of my head and started really face-fucking me hard. His balls slapped my sloppy and saliva covered chin, and my nose kept hitting his pelvis as his thick cockhead stretched the walls of my throat. Despite the discomfort, I was in heaven. I looked up and locked my gaze on his, staring obediently and silently conveying how much I needed to be his sextoy.
Ange pulled out of my mouth and grabbed his fat cock before slapping my face with it, making loud thump each time his wet meat hit my delicate skin. He then placed his thumbs on my lids and forced my eyes to open wider before spitting on them. Fuck, I didn't even think of that before, but I loved how he was so willing to treat me like shit. I moaned like a whore, and he smeared his spit with his cockhead, spreading it along with copious amount of precum in my open eyes.
"You're such a fag whore!" He eventually spat out with contempt before putting his dick back in my mouth. "You'll never look as good as you do with my cum on your face, you dumb slut!"
I moaned in agreement as he gained speed in fucking my face, my hands caressing his heavy balls. I felt his meat throbbing in my throat, preventing me to breathe, as he fucked it like he would a pussy.
"Lick my balls, faggot." He commanded with a deep low voice after he pulled out from my mouth once more. I immediately complied and started getting them in my mouth, bathing them with my tongue and relishing on his scent. I then got bolder and slipped a finger in his butt-crack, triggering a surprised jolt from him but still spreading his legs a little bit. I finally found my target, his tight hole, and started rubbing it with my wet index, never really going in but teasing at the entrance. It seemed to have electrified him as he started moaning louder, grabbing his cock and spreading it on my face again as I licked his balls, calling me a dirty slut and a fucking whore.
He then grabbed me under the armpit and got me back on my feet before kissing me, slipping his tongue inside and rolling it around mine as our cocks were pressed together. He placed his hands on my butt cheeks and spread them open, exposing my tight pussy and eliciting a deep muffled moan from me.
Ange then spit on his fingers and placed them on my quivering tight cunt, rubbing them on it first and then plunging them inside. I gasped with pleasure and melted in his embrace, resting my head on his muscled torso and letting him take full control of me. He started fingering me, spreading my hole for what I knew was soon coming as I softly whimpered, my eyes closed and my ear listening to his heartbeat.
He went deeper and deeper with each wave of his fingers thrusting in and out of me, until I couldn't take it anymore.
"Please..." I whimpered with a high-pitched voice.
"Please what, whore?" Ange whispered seducingly in my ear.
"Please, fuck me!" I muttered, my hands pressed on his muscled back and my face buried on his chest.
"You want your brother's best friend to fuck you, faggot?" He asked me while I moaned. "You want me to breed your tight pussy while Clément is having fun, oblivious about how much of a bitch in heat his baby brother is being?"
"Yes!" I confessed, weirdly turned on by his words about my brother. "I want my brother's best friend's fat cock buried deep inside of my pussy!"
"Call him." Ange requested as I pulled from his torso to shoot him a confused glance. "I want you to call him while I plunge my cock inside of you."
"What should I tell him?" I asked with a hint of panic.
"Whatever you want, as long as he can hear your voice while I use you like a cum-bag." Ange said with an evil smirk as he manoeuvred behind me, taking my phone out of my jean's pocket and handing it to me. I gulped, hornier than ever despite my nervousness, and took a deep inspiration before dialling his number.
Ange placed his cockhead right at the entrance of my tight hole and left it there, making me desperate for him to push in, but he waited. Inwardly, I prayed for my brother not to answer his phone, but after a few seconds, I heard his voice.
"Allo?"
"Oh, hey, how are you doing?" I asked with a timid voice as suddenly Ange pushed forward and started penetrating me. "Hmm!" I exclaimed with a muffled voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine, is something wrong?" My brother asked above the loud music around him.
"Yes, I'm fine!" I lied as Ange fucked me ball deep. "I... I just wanted to let you know that I was home and that I..." I started saying as Ange's balls started slapping on my ass with each powerful thrust. "I... I'm sorry I couldn't come party with you. I was really tired."
"It's okay, don't worry about it!" Clément answered. "Are you sure you're okay? Why are you panting?"
"Oh... I..." I started as Ange grabbed my hair for traction, pulling my head back as his cock sent me to new levels of orgasmic pleasure. "I just had to run after... after Ange's car... I had forgotten my phone inside." I lied while doing my best to maintain my composure.
"I can't hear you very well over the music, you have to speak louder!" My brother almost yelled as the noise around him grew.
"It's okay, I'll go to bed now! Thank you for taking me... uh... Zeus..." I moaned as Ange suddenly pulled out and smacked my gaping hole really hard before plunging back in. "Thank you for the restaurant."
"No problem, Max, See you tomorrow!" My brother responded.
"I love you!" I exclaimed in a loud voice as Ange's cock was deep inside of me, my eyes revulsed in their socket.
"I... I love you too, Max." Clément answered, audibly taken aback, before hanging up. I don't think my brother and I ever told each other `I love you' since early childhood, so he had all reasons to be shocked, but I was too far gone to really care. I crossed my arms and leaned on the front of the car, arching my back a little more as Ange annihilated my pussy with his massive cock.
"You're such a good whore!" Ange groaned as the sound of his balls slapping my skin intensified.
"I'm your whore!" I whimpered against the cold metallic hood of the car.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He eventually exclaimed before pulling out. "Get on your knees faggot!"
I quickly turned around and complied as he jerked off in front of me, his face twisted in orgasmic pain.
"Keep your pretty eyes open, cum-bag!" He ordered me as I stuck my tongue out and nodded obediently.
"Fuck..." He groaned seconds before the first rope of cum landed on my face, followed by many more. Some landed on my mouth, some coated my nose and blocked my nostrils, and some ended up in my open eyes, making me flinch as I kept staring at him obediently, my own cock still rock-hard and leaking precum like a faucet.
Eventually, he let go of his cock, catching up on his breath and taking a step back as I stayed on my knees, covered in his cum. He then chuckled and helped me stand up before kissing me, his cum and our saliva mixing together as his hands browsed my ass and lower back.
"I need to piss!" Ange then unceremoniously declared with a smirk. He broke the embrace and walked a few metres before standing in front of a bush. I gulped and pulled my jeans back on before following him as he aimed his cock in front of him and a heavy stream of piss poured out of it.
Still pretty horny I browsed my hand on his abs and eventually grabbed hold of his deflating and pissing cock, feeling it vibrate under my touch. I slowly jerked it while looking at this pissing cock with lust and, surprisingly, thirst too. Ange grinned widely at me and placed two fingers of his right hand under his stream, coating them with piss before bringing them to my mouth. Instinctively, with my heart beating fast, I opened, and he placed them on my tongue, making me taste his salty piss. I couldn't believe how hot it was. Zeus, I was another kind of freak, I thought.
He finished pissing and put his cock back in his pants with a shit eating smirk before walking back to the car and getting a beach towel out of the trunk. He threw it at me, and I started wiping my cum-coated face with it. I then got dressed and soon enough we were back on the road.
The journey back home was silent, but unlike the first part, this silence was nor awkward nor sad, I was just happy to have been able to spend this moment with him. Of course, I knew that the moment he would drop me in front of my house, I would have to go through a wave of melancholia at the idea that I might not see him again, but I tried to push these feelings for later.
I stared out of the window, feeling the cooling air on my face as Ange hummed along with the music next to me, until we arrived back in the city, and he parked in front of my house. I turned to him and sighed deeply, not knowing what to say and not really wanting to leave his car.
"You know, I think your brother would be pretty happy if you visited him in Corte for a weekend before October's holidays." Ange eventually said with the beginning of a smirk. "And if you do, maybe we could find a moment to catch up too." He added mischievously.
"You think so?" I inquired with a shy smile.
"Yeah, he'd be excited to show you around and introduce you to our university friends." Ange continued while putting his hand on my thigh. "And maybe I would have a few things to show you too." He added with a shit eating smirk.
"Yes, maybe." I responded with a knowing smile. "I will definitely think about it then."
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