THE STAR'S SHADOW 11
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE STAR'S SHADOW" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
THE STAR'S SHADOW
Written by Andrej Koymasky
October 6th 1993
©2020
translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Hank
CHAPTER 11
CHANGES
Alain and René accepted the proposal. René especially was enthused since he had been a fan of Patrick for years. They returned home, resigned from their respective jobs and moved into Patrick's Corsican villa where the others meanwhile had gone. After they had settled into their rooms, Jean Luc introduced them to Patrick, admitting to them that they were correct in thinking he was the Patrick's double.
The singer liked René and Alain at once. Jean Luc noticed that his lover had an unusual serenity and liveliness when talking with them.
"How long have you been together?" he asked them.
"Four years," Alain answered, "but we have known each other for... always. That is, since I was twelve and René sixteen. We were boy scouts in the same troop. I had a big crush on René."
"And you made love then ... as kids?"
"Oh, no, Patrick. René was just becoming aware he was gay, but he hadn't accepted it yet. He had his first experiences when he was eighteen and not with me. We lost contact when he was eighteen and he left the scouts. I remained in the group until I was fifteen, then I quit too, mainly because he wasn't there anymore. Right then I realized I was in love with him, and that I wanted him physically. But, he seemed unreachable to me. When we met, in the neighbourhood, he would greet me and he was friendly towards me, but nothing seemed to happen. I had my first experience at the sea side with a thirty year old guy when I was sixteen. But I continued to dream of René. Years passed. I did my military service and then entered the university where I met René again at a freshmen party. He was one of the seniors. I was coupled with him for a game -- it was a kind of treasure hunt. We had to go around in his car to find some objects. I told him I was so glad I'd met him and would be close to him again. I reminded him of the time when we were both boy scouts. I told him he had always been my hero. From our conversation while we continued the treasure hunt, I finally decided to take the risk and confess that I was gay and always had been in love with him... Then he told me he was gay, but..."
René nodded with a smile, and continued, "But I told him that, even though I liked him very much, I was not in love with him. After that we started to meet and confide in each other. Slowly I started to feel more and more attracted to Alain and to his love for me. One evening about five years ago, I was raking him home after the theater. My car parked in front of his house and I hugged and kissed him... and we made love for the first time."
Alain picked up the narration, "I was mad for him. That night in his car I was ready and would have done everything, if he hadn't been more prudent than I. I still lived with my family and he shared an apartment with two friends - not gay, and was almost never alone. We wanted to make love, but we didn't know how or where. The first times we did it outside of town at night in his car. But we were uncomfortable, and it was cold -- it was the middle of winter. So, after a year of quick, furtive sex which was too scarce for us, we decided to find a small apartment and move in together."
Patrick and Jean Luc listened to this tale half hugging, almost so they could enjoy the happiness of the two other lovers more.
Then Patrick wanted to tell them the story of how he met Jean Luc.
At one point René asked, "What do you like most about Jean Luc?"
"His cock!" Patrick readily answered them. At their amazement he explained, "Yes. It is the only part of him they didn't try to make like me. There, he is still Jean Luc ... Well, no, his eyes too, when he takes out his coloured lenses..."
"Then, you miss the real aspect of Jean Luc..." Alain said, interested.
"In part, yes. I would like him be the real Jean Luc again - the one I never saw. I saw some pictures, but..."
"It is up to you, Patrick. If you really want to have Jean Luc back, physically I mean, all you have to do is make it unnecessary for him to take your place." Alain said.
"Yes, I know. And I would love that, but will I ever be able to do it?" Patrick asked with a sad tone.
"Certainly, I am sure you can. You owe that to him... as well as to your yourself"
"I'll never be able to do it by myself."
"But we're here to help you. You'll see, we can do it." René insisted with a smile.
Later, when Jean Luc and Patrick were alone, the singer asked him, "Love, do you really believe I can do it?"
"I am sure of it"
"I'd like that very much... you believe me, don't you?"
"Yes! You'll see, it is possible... a step at a time."
"I like René a lot. Alain too, but he makes me feel awkward. René is so strong, and sweet at the same time. He's also very good looking."
"Are you attracted to René?"
"No, not in that sense. You are the only one that attracts me."
"There wouldn't be anything wrong if you felt attracted towards someone else..."
"You're enough for me, Jean Luc. Really. Before, when I said only your cock is what remains of the original, genuine you, I was exaggerating. I can see Jean Luc beyond the physical aspect, and I like him very much. When we make love I don't see me in you anymore. I see someone else. I'm not making love to myself, or with my copy, my shadow. I wouldn't be interested in that, I am not a narcissist. But... I would like you as you are, as you were... and not just with the eyes on my soul, of my fantasy."
"But what if you didn't like me?"
"That's impossible. If you were Jean Luc again we would be together in front of everybody, not only when other people couldn't see us. I could be at your side in the street in front of everybody. That's what I want most of all! We could be a normal couple like Alain and René. It seems to me, we are where they were in the beginning, only seeing each other in secret."
"But at least, not in a hurry. We have all the time we want to give each other our love..."
"I have a new song in mind... one for you and me..."
"Will you sing it for me?"
"Not yet. It's still in my head and I need to polish it to perfection ." the singer said, looking at him with dreamy eyes. "Kiss me, Jean Luc..." he murmured reaching out for him.
Their mouths met and their lips parted as their searching tongues played and rummaged in the mouth of the other. Jean Luc lifted his companion's sweater and removed it. His hands caressed the torso through the shirt's fabric and he unbuttoned the shirt and sweeping under it and through the thin silk underwear he brushed the nipples, which at once became hard. With slow, almost solemn gestures, each of the lovers slowly unveiled the other's body to the joy of their eyes and each other's quivering fingertips and lips..
"Oh, Jean Luc... it's beautiful making love with you! You know, I wish it was possible... to take you while you were taking me..."
"You'd like that too? I wish we could... but, we'll just have to content ourselves one at a time... Come here, put it all inside me. Go on, let me feel how much you want me... I'll take you later... Oooh, like that! Yes, go on... oohh how good..."
Their bodies searched for each other, intertwining, uniting and melding in an unceasing dance of joyful sensuality - in a dizzy climbing of given and received pleasure, in a symphony of Eros and mutual desire, each of them fully enjoying the virility of the other. The more they made love, the more they felt the desire to make love. The more they knew of each other, the more intimately they wanted to know each other. And always, their reciprocal enjoyment, the apex of their pleasure, was not a goal, but a means of feeling united, fulfilled and alive.
Jean Luc felt their love grow in quantity and quality and felt that their love was slowly healing Patrick -- cicatrizing his wounds, and even making the scars disappear. He knew more time was needed, but he was not in a hurry.
Alain made his contribution to Patrick's healing by having him talk and bring his fears and desires, his dreads and hopes, out in the open. He didn't hold formal psychoanalytical sessions, but as he was able to dedicate his energies and his care to Patrick full time he followed him and helped him more as a friend than as a psychologist. He used all his professional skills and training.
A deep friendship between the two couples was developing.
Alain managed to persuade Patrick to go with him and René to Bastia where faced the possibility of being recognized by the locals or tourists, and would have to answer questions, talk and sign autographs.
In the beginning Patrick was very tense, uncertain and full of fears. But, little by little, very gradually, he started to gain control of himself.
"I wish Jean Luc was here... I would feel safer..." he said after one of the first trips to town.
"René and I are here. You are safe. Jean Luc cannot come with us as long as he has to be your shadow. Seeing you two together, even if he was disguised, could make your subterfuge obvious to everyone..."
"I know, but I miss him..."
"Is it really so hard being in physical contact with your fans?"
"Yes, it is, and there are only a few here... a few at a time. But, they all want to touch me..."
"That's natural. To them you're an idol..."
"An object... an object of desire."
"No, Patrick. You are what they would like to be, or to have next to them -- depending on the person. You are the embodiment -- their ideal. You give a body to their dreams. And that is really beautiful, wonderful."
"They see me different than I am. They see what Claude built, not what I am."
"Maybe, maybe not. They see your songs in you, and this is the genuine, authentic you. Besides, they need you - especially the younger ones. They need a hero."
"Hero? A hero, me? A paper hero then..."
"All heroes are heroes against their will. And you are one, because you give reality to their ideas, their senses and to their sentiments with your songs, with your voice and with the simple fact you exist. You cannot guess how precious you are to their lives and for their maturing. You show them that it is possible, right and beautiful to experience some senses, some sentiments and to have some ideals."
"Maybe that is what scares me..." the singer murmured.
Patrick continued to go to Bastia with his friends from time to time while Jean Luc waited for them anxiously at the villa. Shortly before the new tour they managed to persuade Patrick to meet a reporter from an illustrated Swiss magazine. The beginning of the interview didn't go well at all.. Patrick only answered in tense, troubled monosyllables.
When the reporter asked him, "Did you ever had a great love, Monsieur Patrick?" Patrick seemed to wake from a kind of stupor. A flash ignited his eyes, and with a low, warm voice, he answered, "Yes... oh, yes..."
"Would you please tell me about it?"
"Well... I don't know... love is the most intimate thing a person can experience. Love is... looking at oneself in the other's eyes and seeing himself beautiful in the eyes of the other. Love is... becoming oneself thanks to the other person's love."
The reporter understood that she had to pursue this point. At last the singer was starting to talk and open up.
"How would you describe your ideal girl?"
"What? Ah, yes... I don't know. When you love you discover your ideal. Not before. Before there is fantasy, certainly, but then, the person you love, even if completely different from our fantasies... surpasses them. It is much more and much better than any of our expectations. Because it is real."
The reporter remained on this topic and Patrick talked with more self-assurance.
When the woman left, Claude congratulated him on how well he did.
With a tired expression, but with a smile in his eyes, Patrick said, "It was wonderful talking about Jean Luc, even though she couldn't guess it was him I was talking about..."
When the copy of the magazine arrived, the article was titled, "Love According to Patrick". In addition to reporting the interview, the reporter concluded, "Patrick Dupuis -- a singer, a star, an idol, a young, rich beautiful man, but above all, a man in love with love. He makes all of us want to be loved by him. He makes us want to yell out, 'Patrick, we love you!'"
They started a new tour through Savoy, Swiss, Lombardy and Piedmont. In the smaller towns Patrick tried not to have Jean Luc replace him after the show. He signed autographs and mingled in the crowds of yelling fans... even though each time he was exhausted, worn out and trembling when he arrived back at the hotel. Only Jean Luc's arms relaxed and calmed him down.
Jean Luc still continued taking his place on many occasions. But each time Patrick tried not being replaced was a small victory, a small step forward. The singer was aware of that and was happier.
Finally, back at the villa, Patrick was more tired and physically worn out than usual, but somewhat more serene. René asked Jean Luc to talk with him and Alain in private.
"I don't know if I should tell Patrick, but... there is something I don't like. Pierre has carte blanche in Patrick's finances. He decides the wages, the salaries, everything. What he does is legally irreproachable, but... He doesn't steal, but we know that he cuts a huge slice of the cake for himself. Too huge, in my opinion. He is undoubtedly a skilled manager. He is able to negotiate good contracts. But... I swear, I'm not saying this because I want to take his place... his compensation should be more... well, more in line with ours. I mean, he should have to work for Patrick, not for himself. Do you see what I'm trying to say?"
"Yes, perfectly well. And, I think you have to tell Patrick this."
Alain intervened, "Patrick feels uneasy with Pierre. He sees a reflection of his stepfather in him. Not in a sexual sense, but I think he feels used by him and at the same time he can't find the strength to oppose him. I think, even though unwillingly, Pierre has a negative influence on Patrick, but I don't think Patrick has the strength to free himself from him..."
"Then we must do something so that he can free himself!" Jean Luc said decidedly.
"If I'm correct, Pierre's contract will expire in May or June. It's enough if Patrick doesn't sign the new one..." Alain suggested.
"No, it is tacitly renewed, and it expires in June. Patrick would have to immediately sign a letter rescinding the contract and hand it to him in the presence of two witnesses for it to be legal. Do you think he can find the strength to do that?" René asked.
"Possibly, If I asked him... I think Claude and Olivier could be the two witnesses ..."
"Do you think it would be better to tell them beforehand?" René asked.
"Probably Olivier. I feel he really cares about Patrick. He is very caring towards him. Olivier knows Claude very well, better than I do since he's a close collaborator. I'll talk to Olivier," Jean Luc said.
When told, Olivier said, "Pierre is not bad, but... I get the feeling... that he thinks more of his own interests more than Patrick's. I also feel Patrick is awkward around him. But, do you think that René will be able to take his place? Pierre is very skilful in his job..."
"I don't know. But, what's better in your opinion, to having a less skilled manager and have Patrick heal, or to continue on with things the way they are?"
"In these terms... it would be better to earn less money but have Patrick well, without doubt!"
"Then do you think, we should tell Claude?"
"Yes, I think so. He knows Pierre for a long time, from the start. I trust him, Claude is honest."
Claude, even if with some reservation about René's ability to take Pierre's place, also agreed with Jean Luc.
Jean Luc told Patrick what he had to do.
"Oh God! I'd never dare to do that..." the singer moaned.
"Why? Do you feel I'm wrong?"
"I don't know... probably not, but... it's just... we've been together for years... He's taken me to where I am..."
Jean Luc hesitated, but then said, "You also were with Martin for years. You underwent that for years... You should have freed yourself sooner, but you were alone, a kid and weak. Now you are not alone anymore. You have us, and we love you."
"It is not the same situation... I mean..."
"Are you so sure? Your stepfather profited from you for his own sexual satisfaction and Pierre is doing the same for his own economical satisfaction... Don't you think that is enough of being used?"
"Pierre's not a bad man..."
"Probably even Martin wasn't either, but for both of them only their own desires existed, and for both of them you were just a means of reaching them. Not bad, perhaps, but egocentrically for sure."
"If... if you want it... I'll do it..." Patrick hesitantly said.
"No, Love. You should not do it just because I want you to. You have to do it only, and just only, if you feel it is right. I told you what I think, but I don't want you to depend on me for your decisions. Whatever you decide, I'll remain near you with all my love."
Patrick was hesitant and troubled. He wanted to talk with René and Alain. At one point he asked Alain, "Do you think that... if Pierre was not here, I could ... Jean Luc could stop being my shadow?"
"It is very likely you can find you balance more rapidly without Pierre near you. The more rapidly you can find your serenity and your freedom, the more easily it will be for you to face reporters and audience without traumas. The uneasiness you feel towards Pierre doesn't help you, that's for sure..."
"I would like it so much for Jean Luc to have back his own identity. Then we would be able to be together in public... Yes, René, prepare the letter and I'll sign it... I owe this to Jean Luc."
Patrick called Claude and Olivier and had them read the letter. Then he summoned Pierre and, with a self-assurance that amazed the two witnesses, gave him the letter saying, "With this letter, Pierre, I rescind our contract. Thank you for all you have done for me all these years, but I have now decided to change my manager and agent."
Pierre browsed the letter then, cold, somewhat scoffing, said, "All right, Patrick. I had to expect this from you. This is your thanks for so many years of dedication..."
"No, Pierre. The thanking... you took it yourself all these years. It seems to me that you paid yourself generously, haven't you? Three times and more of what you gave to Claude, who also dedicated himself fully to me..."
"Has that faggot René and the other two perverts had a hand in this matter..."
"Thank you Pierre. I always had the feeling you despised me... Now I have the proof."
"No, I was speaking of them... but after all, yes. You are a weakling, you always have been. You always let us manoeuvre you like a puppet. You simply have found new puppeteers now!"
"Yes, but at least it's I who chose them." Patrick answered with a low voice, lowering his eyes in confusion.
Pierre felt he could still dominate and became more daring, "I always gave you all you really needed. I always put near you the right people to help you!" he stated decidedly.
"Yes..." Patrick moaned.
Claude guessed Pierre's game and intervened with harshness, " Jules also? You choose him, didn't you?"
"Oh, that... a mistake. As a mistake has been to choose you, Claude. In fact you now rebel against me."
"Sure, Pierre, as you think only about yourself, not Patrick, or about others. Jules fitted your plans perfectly. With his drugs he made Patrick a docile toy... even though he was ruining him. I always warned you, I always told you I didn't agree, but you hushed up me, silenced me. Good results you got..."
"It is not my fault if Jules was a pervert."
"I agree, nobody expected such a thing, but all the same..."
"Stop it!" Patrick shouted, on the brim of a hysterical cry. "Pierre, I'll pay you the missing months, René will do that, but you and your family have to leave this villa before tomorrow night."
"Give us at least the time to..."
"I'll pay your hotel for two months, wherever you want to go. But before tomorrow night, out of here!"
Pierre left, his face black.
Olivier put his hand on Patrick's arm, "You have been splendid. Do you see how much strength you have inside yourself?" he gently said.
"My God! I feel in torn apart... I feel I'm in pieces..." Patrick moaned sitting almost suddenly. Then, looking Olivier in the eyes, he asked, "But you... why have you always been so nice to me?"
"I don't know. Instinct, perhaps. Or possibly because... you remind me my brother..."
"I didn't know you have a brother." Claude said stupefied.
"I had a brother. He was younger than me, three year younger. He killed himself when he was twenty three, nine years ago..."
"He killed himself? Why?" Patrick asked.
"Because... he was gay, like you. But when he told Dad and Mum, instead of receiving understanding love, as he hoped, he got condemnation and contempt. He couldn't stand it... See, I asked myself so many times if I didn't fail him too... Yes, it is true, I was far from home in that period... but if I wrote him a letter or made a telephone call... If I spent my vacations with him instead with my girlfriend... if I made him feel I loved him as before..."
"And therefore... you wanted to give me what you couldn't give to your brother?" Patrick asked.
"Very likely, yes. Even if not in a conscious way, at least at the beginning. A little affection, that I felt you missed here, before Jean Luc came..."
"Thank you, Olivier..."
"Thanks to you... being near you has lessened my remorse..."
Pierre left the villa with all his family and belongings on the following day. René wanted his new contract as Patrick's manager to state the exact amount of his wage, and the proxy had very strict clauses to protect Patrick's interests.
"We don't need that, René. I trust you." Patrick protested.
"Thank you. But you also trusted Pierre. It is better to put things in the open, for you as well as for me, and for the other friends also."
Pierre dismissal provoked two different effects. One was a change in the number of Patrick tours, only partially compensated by the increased number of recording contracts. The other was a light, but perceptible and constant improvement in Patrick's psychological stability. Jean Luc now had to take his place less and less. But the boy understood that one of the elements that allowed his lover to have some more strength and courage was knowing that his shadow was still there ready to take his place if needed.
Jean Luc and Patrick celebrated the second anniversary of their first meeting.
Claude and René planned a huge revival of Patrick's career. It was the moment of the social engagement of the great stars. So they instituted about a fourth of the concerts on the tours to be free and performed in juvenile prisons, orphanages and hospitals. The mass media appreciated this and devoted several articles and special reports about this new aspect of the teenagers and youths idol.
After the concerts on these occasions, Patrick allowed himself to be surrounded by the children and adolescents without any problems. In fact he was happy even though he always came from these encounters feeling very tired. But he also was strengthened. Being touched by those kids didn't present any more problems. He played with them, joked with them and again found the joy of his childhood, that joy that his stepfather had stifled.
One evening, after a concert in the juvenile prison in Bordeaux, after the concert he visited all the young prisoners one by one in their cells. When he was back in his hotel room Patrick said to Jean Luc, "You know, Love, something happened that just a few months ago would have thrown me into panic..."
"Ah! Really? And what was that, my little one?"
"A seventeen year old boy... his name is Laurent and he was in prison for breaking and entering. When I entered his cell, he asked me if he could talk to me in private. So I asked the wardens if they could leave us alone for five minutes. As soon as we were alone, Laurent said, 'I'm in love with you! I always jack off thinking of you. May I, just touch you a little?' So I told him, 'Yes, if you promise me something...' And he replied, 'Anything you ask!' ' Just that when you are out of here, you will look for a honest job.' 'Promise!' he said. So I embraced and kissed him, and he caressed me between my legs... and that didn't annoy me at all. Then he parted from me and said, 'Thank you!' and he called the wardens back. I promised him that if he would write me, I'd answer him... Did I do wrong?"
"No, not at all. Did it give you pleasure?"
"Physically? Not a yes and not a no... but so much tenderness. Poor boy. I would really like to be able to help him. And others like him... I thought about writing a song for him. Without naming him, but one that he would understand was for him..."
Patrick composed the song "Sparrows in a Cage" where he says:
"Come on my heart, between my wings, while the others, outside, unaware are waiting..."
Laurent wrote him thanking him for the CD he received, and told him he understood that the song was for him. They wrote each other several times.
Patrick was really blooming again. And finally, one day, he said to Jean Luc, "I think... I believe that the moment has come, Love."
"What moment?"
"That you go in that private clinic again and have your nose take its real shape and that you let your hair grow in again without dyeing it or having a perm. That you stop depilating and wearing coloured contact lenses... That you retrieve your real identity, and that you be at my side in public."
"Do you feel strong enough to face everything? If I change back, I would no longer be able to take your place..."
"Yes, Love. And having you at my side, will give me the strength."
"As you wish, my love. We will have to separate for a while..."
"I'll wait for you. I'll take a couple of months of vacation. Our friends will help me not to feel too lonely. And we will phone each other often."
"Agreed, my love."
So, Jean Luc returned to the same clinic where he had undergone his plastic surgery. They rebuilt his nasal septum like they did before and removed silicon from his lips. He shaved completely and let his hair, eyebrows and hairs on his chest grow back naturally. He tanned as he liked and how he never could do in order to have the same fair skin as Patrick's. He didn't wear the special shoes with the two centimetre lifts any longer. He wore clothes that suited his own taste -- half way between plain and classical. And, when they removed his bandages and he saw himself in the mirror; he saw the old Jean Luc who had a faint resemblance to Patrick, but who was different.
René was waiting for him when he left the clinic.
"Jean Luc! You are completely... transformed!"
"Better or worse than before?"
"Oh... before it was not you..."
"Do you think Patrick will like me, now?"
"I would be amazed if he didn't. And then, he loves you, you know. He is waiting for you, let's go."
"He is in Corsica, isn't he?"
"No, he came here. He is at the hotel. He wanted to come to pick you up and surprise you, but he was afraid he would become too deeply moved.
"It is strange, but... I feel excited too with the idea of meeting him... I continue to ask myself if he will be disappointed..."
"Don't say bullshit! He loves you. It's always you, anyway. Moreover, you are a very handsome boy. You are... curiously the same and yet different. I can also say you are fascinating because of that. How do feel being back like you were before, especially after so long?"
"I don't know. I got used to that other identity. Now, I have to get used to my own again. Yes, for sure, this one is me..."
They went to the hotel. René accompanied him to the door of Patrick's suite. He winked at him and whispered to him as he turned to leave him, "Good luck, my friend."
Jean Luc knocked at the door.
"Come in..." Patrick yelled from inside.
Jean Luc opened the door and stood on the threshold with his heart in his mouth. Patrick looked at him and his look at once brightened. He stood up and went towards him.
"Who's that? You knock?" he asked Jean Luc, in a sweet teasing tone.
Jean Luc was still, his temples strongly hammering. Patrick stood in front of him and with his hand lightly seized his side in a half embrace, pulling Jean Luc to himself and closed the door behind his lover and clung to him, held him tightly and kissed him...
"Hey... how tense you are!" he whispered slightly parting and looking in his eyes.
"Am I very much different?"
"The kiss is the same. My mouth recognized yours."
"Do you... like me?"
"Do you need to ask me? Can't you feel it? Isn't all my body telling you that?"
"I was so scared you wouldn't like me anymore..." Jean Luc murmured, confused and moved.
"On the contrary. At last I can see you as you really are. And you are wonderful! And then... scared, you? The man who made me conquer my fears? My wonderful man? The man who renounced himself for me? How could I not like you? How could I not love you? I missed you so much, you know?"
"I missed you too..."
"Come, my love. Come and let me love you. Come and allow all of myself, all my body, to adore yours... Come..."
Patrick gently dragged him to the bedroom, onto the wide bed. He undressed him with hands trembling with emotion. He caressed him, kissed him and studied him.
"My body... is like it was before..." Jean Luc murmured, excited and anxious, quivering at the tender and passionate attention of his lover.
"Yes, and yet you seem different... More beautiful, more desirable than ever. Perhaps it is this light down on your chest... perhaps your perfect tan... You are more arousing than before, more desirable... I want you Jean Luc! I want you so badly! Pull off my gown, let me feel your body against mine..."
Patrick, now naked too, held Jean Luc against himself and kissed him on his mouth for a long while. He pushed Jean Luc with his back to the bed and lowered to kiss and lick his chest, to suckle his hard nipples, to lightly play with his fingertips, lips and tongue with the soft, golden down of his chest.
"God, how much I like you!" Patrick excitedly murmured as he lowered to lick his stomach while his hands caressed his sides and chest.
Then he lowered more, to the erect and turgid member and took it between his lips, into his welcoming mouth...
"Here I can recognize you too, Love. You are my Jean Luc, there is no doubt, more beautiful than ever!" Patrick said with a cunning smile.
And he lowered, between his beloved's thighs he played on the soft testicles sack with his tongue Then made his way further under, tracing his way into the warm fold until he reached the quivering little hole that he started to prepare with his tongue. When he felt his lover well relaxed, ready, Patrick pushed his knees under Jean Luc's legs and he rose with sweet determination and caused Jean Luc to lay on his shoulders. He slipped his arms under Jean Luc's back and seized his shoulders from underneath pulling him to himself. Jean Luc, with his hand, guided the rod to its goal, and opened to that desired, delicious invasion. He savoured that massive consistency penetrating him to open its way inside his hole to fill him. And then the virile impetuosity of his Patrick manifested itself in the sweet rhythm of the embrace. Jean Luc instinctively pushed himself against the groin that was hammering him with tender strength, and started to masturbate.
"No, love, don't..."
"I want to come with you..."
"No, please. Later, I want to quench my thirst at your spring... It is two months that I've been dreaming of savouring your taste again. It is two months that I have waited to become drunk on you. And after, I want to continue all this afternoon, and into this night, and longer... I want to have you and be yours, love, in all possible ways. I want to enjoy you, and make you enjoy."
"Yes, love, all you wish... But tell me, do you like me..."
"I'm telling you, don't you feel it?"
"Yes... I feel you..."
"But then, you will make me feel how much you like me?"
"Yes... God, how much I like it! How wonderful feeling you once again inside me! You, so excited, so strong... so masculine!"
In this way, they told each other all their passion, all their love with their words, their eyes, and their whole bodies. They weren't aware of the passing time, nor of the supper becoming cold in the suite's dining room.
Alain and René didn't disturb them, guessing how much they needed to be together, to love each other, to unite. And a couple in love can't but be happy in witness the love of another couple.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 12
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In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is
If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help me revising my translation into English of another of my stories, send me an e-mail at
[andrej@andrejkoymasky.com](mailto:andrej@andrejkoymasky.com?subject=Your Stories)
(I can read only English, French, Italian... Andrej)