THE STAR'S SHADOW 12
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 12
HAPPINESS
Now that Jean Luc and Patrick could be together in any place, in any moment, they knew a new happiness. They could go to a restaurant together, or for a walk. They were together during interviews - Jean Luc being officially his private secretary - and together they faced the shouting hordes of fans after the concerts.
Patrick received another letter from Laurent. The boy wrote that he was at last out of juvenile prison, and that he was now working as a dishwasher in a restaurant. "Your kiss helped me, and helps me, to be faithful to the promise I made you. I will never forget that." the boy wrote.
Now that Jean Luc had back his own identity he wanted to meet Houari. He talked it over with Patrick and Patrick said that, if it didn't bother him, he too would like to go with Jean Luc to met his friend. Jean Luc first looked for George, but they didn't live at the old address any more. He looked for him at the hotel, but they told him that George moved to another hotel. At last he traced him. He asked about Aline -- they had married and were waiting for their first child. He asked news of Houari. He was still with Charles, they too had moved to a bigger apartment. Houari was nearly completed with high school and preparing for finals. He was also doing some small manual jobs at home to contribute to the home finances. Jean Luc asked George for Houari's address and telephone number.
Houari was really happy to hear again from his "brother". Jean Luc asked him if he could visit, bringing his lover with him. He didn't tell Houari who his lover was. Houari enthusiastically accepted and said that for him, and for Charles also, it would be a great pleasure having them for supper.
Patrick decided to buy a big bunch of red roses, a box of chocolates and a bottle of champagne.
When they arrived, Houari opened the door in his wheel chair. "Jean Luc, my dear brother! What a joy to see you again after so long! I thought you forgotten all about me... But, where were you? Come in, please!"
"Houari, this is my Patrick..." Jean Luc said moving aside to let him enter.
The boy widened his eyes: "But you... but you... you are Patrick Dupuis!"
"Yes..." the singer said handing him the bunch of roses.
"For me?" Houari asked with emotion placing them on his lap, his face red.
"No... for you two. Is your man at home?" Patrick gently asked.
"Yes... yes! Charles! Come see who is here!"
"I'm coming... It's Jean Luc, right?" the man said coming to the corridor and smiling to Jean Luc.
"Yes, surely, but him... do you know who he is?"
"Jean Luc's boyfriend, I guess..."
"Yes. But he is Patrick Dupuis!"
"Oh... sorry... I didn't recognize you at once, sir. What a gaffe! Forgive me..." the teacher said, embarrassed, holding his hand to the singer.
Patrick smiled and shook his hand: "You don't have to apologize, sir. After all, I'm above all else Jean Luc's boyfriend."
"Hey, what's all that 'sir' and 'sir'! We are among friends, aren't we?" Jean Luc said.
"Let's go into the living room. Supper is ready. Now, tell me everything, Jan Luc!" Hoauri said making way with his wheel chair.
Sipping an appetizer, they chatted. Then sat at the table to eat.
"God, having at my table Patrick!" Houari exclaimed with happiness.
Patrick shook his head, amused: "I would like you to think to me more as a friend than a star..." he murmured.
"A friend? Sure!" the boy merrily answered.
After supper, they chatted some more and Patrick, with much tact, asked about Houari's accident and his physical conditions.
"But, can't anything be done to... at least improve the condition of your legs?" Patrick asked.
"Yes, but the operation would cost a fortune. I am not covered by Charles social security... as we cannot marry. And I don't yet have a real job. We are trying to save some money... I don't know if, and when we'll ever have enough. But I don't care, as long as I am with Charles. He succeeded in making me fell... normal, in spite of my wheel chair. I manage to do almost all the household chores, and to study and to carry out small jobs... I feel good, thanks to him..."
Patrick nodded with a smile. They said their good-byes and left, promising they would come back again to see them.
As soon as they were alone, Patrick said to Jean Luc: "I thought I would like to... to offer them the surgical operation, and in the best clinic of Paris."
"It would be wonderful..."
"I'll have René check out who's the best surgeon and to prepare everything. Do you think they will accept my help?"
"I hope so. Anyway, I think they cannot but be happy,."
René gathered all the information and passed it to Patrick. Jean Luc phoned his friends and asked if they could return to their place for supper. They again ate together.
After dinner, Patrick tackled the subject, "I hope this doesn't bother you, but... I made contact with Dr. LaForge. After visiting you, he is ready to do the operation, in his clinic. I... I already booked a room..."
"LaForge?" Charles asked, widening his eyes, "It would be wonderful, but... and then in his clinic..."
"All is settled. It is a present that Jean Luc and I would like to give you..."
"A present? But it is millions!"
"I earn too much money. At least, this will be spent usefully..."
"But we could never repay such a kindness..."
"Start by accepting our offer. About repaying... the occasion could come. Anyway, your friendship is more precious than anything you can give us. Jean Luc always talked with great affection about you two, and I like you very much. And I would really like to be accepted as your friend, beside the subject of Dr. LaForge..."
"We really love Jean Luc, also because it is thanks to him that we met. Therefore, it is natural to love you too, his boyfriend. About your generous offer... how can we refuse it? It is too great, generous..."
"Good. Then tomorrow my lawyer and friend René will come here. He understands these matters more than I and he will do all that is needed."
So, Houari entered LaForge's clinic. The doctor, after a careful visit, said it was possible to intervene even though it would be a long and difficult operation. He had to replace two parts of the leg bones that were mangled and badly joined. He had to try a transplantation to reconnect the broken nerves. And then, it would be necessary to do a rehabilitation of the legs muscles which were almost atrophied because of the years of inactivity. It would be a long recuperation period - several months. But the possibilities of him walking again were good.
Claude suggested giving publicity to Patrick's generosity, but the singer decidedly refused. René, suggested instead to incorporate a foundation so that he could avoid paying taxes on the money used to help Houari.
"You gave me a very good idea, René. A foundation... yes, I like that. So, after Houari, we can help other boys also. See, I was thinking of Laurent, and other boys like him - boys from the juvenile prison who, if nobody helps them, risk not being able to get out of the criminal world. Yes, René, start work immediately on this idea of a foundation."
And Patrick also had an other idea, that he shared with Jean Luc, "Listen, Charles and Houari were asking themselves how they could repay us. What do you think of asking them to work in our foundation? And possibly Laurent also? The boy could be the one organizing the contacts with the boys in the juvenile prisons. He surely knows how to talk to them and understand them and how to persuade them... Charles could be the director of the Foundation, with Alain's advice, as now he doesn't have to worry about me... And Houari, started off by René, could possibly become its administrator... Eh? What do you think?"
"It could really be a good idea. And, where would this foundation have its seat?"
"Here in Paris, I think."
"But so, René and Alain would have to divide themselves between the tours, Paris and Corsica..."
"Yes... but we can also have our house here in Paris, possibly where we setup the foundation..."
While René was working on writing the constitutive act for the foundation, and also was looking for a suitable place for it, Patrick and Jean Luc went to visit Houari at the clinic. They found him moving with two crutches, assisted by Charles.
"Look! I already can walk! And the professor says that I will improve." the boy greeted them cheerfully.
They complimented him and then as they went back to Houari room, Patrick told them about the foundation, and asked them if they would accept managing it. Charles was somewhat hesitant, as he regretted having to stop teaching, but Houari was so enthusiastic, that he persuaded his man. So they accepted. Also because as a director, Charles would receive a very good salary, but above all because he could work closely with his Houari. And then too, he would be taking care of the re-education and rehabilitation of teenagers. Then they spoke about Laurent. Charles said it could be a very good idea hiring him, but first it would be better to verify first just what stuff the boy was really made of. So, Patrick proposed to meet the boy with Charles and Alain. They organized all the details.
All four went to Bordeaux' restaurant where Laurent was working as a dishwasher. They told the owner they had to talk with the boy. The cantankerous man said the boy had to work and couldn't waste his time chatting.
"What time will he be off duty?" Alain asked.
"At 3 p.m., if he has finished all he has to do."
"Good. Can you at least tell him to wait for us at 3 p.m.?"
The owner went to the kitchen and came back, "All right, at 3 p.m. he will wait for you here in front, on the street, if he finishes..."
The four friends went to have lunch in another restaurant. At 3 they were in front of that restaurant and waited. The boy came out at 3:20.
"But you... you are Patrick!" he said brightening, "And you came to see me! And that turd of my boss did not even recognize you!" he commented with laughter.
"Yes, Laurent. I was passing here in Bordeaux with my friends, and thought I wanted to say hello. Do you feel like coming with us to have a drink and to chat a while?"
"Oh, yes, of course. Where?"
"Not far. I saw a tea room..."
Alain asked a private room, they sat and ordered some drinks.
"So, Laurent, how's life?"
"Very good. I have a regular job."
"Are you happy with what you do?"
"Weeelll... not so much. The boss is a pain in the arse and I, being just a scullery boy, count for nothing. But I can earn a living, the salary is enough. I... I kept my word, you know?" the boy said looking into Patrick's eyes.
The singer smiled and asked: "Is it so difficult?"
"Keeping my promise? No."
"No, the job, I meant."
"Well, as soon as I can find something better, I'll change. But it is not so easy. As soon as they see I was in jail... you know what happens. They are afraid I will do it again. Once you get the mark of the thief ... But, after all, I can understand them."
Then Alain asked him: "What would you like to do, as a job?"
"Bah... anything I can do. But just with a less cockhead boss!"
"Yes, but you never dream of a job?" Alain insisted.
"Well, dreams... they cost nothing. I'll like to be a Formula One pilot."
"Why, to have all the girls at your foot?" Charles asked him with a smile.
Laurent looked at Patrick, then asked him: "Didn't you tell them nothing about our pact?"
"Yes, I did. Why?"
"Well... then they didn't understand a fucking shit. Or possibly it was me who didn't be clear enough with you, Patrick... To me the maids... I don't give a shit. It is boys who turn me on. That's why I asked you... do you understand, don't you?"
"Yes, I guessed it."
"Well, at least now it is clear." Laurent said studying the others expressions.
"Do you tell it always so clearly to everybody?" Jean Luc asked with curiosity.
"Noooo. It's enough if they know I was in jail, they don't need to know that also!"
"And then, why did you tell us?" Charles asked.
"But, what is this, a test? I... I told because he is here, Patrick."
The singer smiled: "Listen, Laurent, would you like to work for me?"
The boy widened his eyes: "For you? Shit, more than yes! But what can I be useful, to you? Well... I can keep clean your house. Or wash your car... What more... or wash the dishes in your kitchen, I'm skilled for that, now..."
"Yes, you could do all that for me, if you feel like."
"If I feel like? Holy shit, sure I feel like! But you... aren't you pulling my leg, by chance?"
"No, absolutely not. How much is your monthly salary now?"
"Per day. He pays me per day, so he doesn't pay me the closing days. For ten hours, that at times became also eleven or twelve, he gives me 250 francs per day."
"6250 francs per month, more or less..." Charles said.
"Shit, how fast you calculate! Yes, more or less it's so."
So, Patrick said him: "What do you think of a 10,000 per month, 8 hours per day and two free days each week?"
"Wow! You ask me what I say? I go to quit at once! But, why are you doing that for me? What do you want in exchange?"
"That you do a good job for me. That you are a honest boy."
"Nothing more?"
"Nothing more."
"Well... I accept, but only if you give me another kiss, like that day there in my cell..." the boy slyly said.
"No, not that." Patrick laughingly answered.
"That's a pity. Well, I tried. But you, gave it to me that time just... out of pity, isn't it? And because you didn't know I am a faggot."
"That's not right. I gave it to you because I liked you. And anyway, I am a faggot, as you say, too."
"Whaat? But then..."
"But then, nothing. I just don't want you to take the vice of asking me for a kiss. Jean Luc is my boyfriend, and I'm faithful to him."
"Oh, Jesus! You... you and him? And possibly... also them?"
"Yes, but not with each other. Each of them has his own lover."
"It is not that... that my job would be... Don't you really want me with you for..." the boys asked with a worried, dismayed expression.
All the other laughed, and Patrick said: "No, absolutely not! I'm not asking you to become a whore!"
Laurent seemed relieved: "Well, because I'm a faggot, yes, but I never did it for money, as a job. Even if with you... But you are already taken, unhappily..."
Jean Luc then said: "If his condition to accept your proposal, Patrick, is a kiss... just for this time, you can also give it to him, I would not be jealous."
"Good. Came here, then, Laurent..." Patrick said.
"Well... you don't need to. I accept all the same. But... as he says that just once, he is not jealous..." the boy answered approaching Patrick.
They kissed and Laurent, swiftly felt between the singer's legs. The others laughed.
Laurent parted from Patrick and sighed aloud: "Fucking hell! It's a pity you are not free, Patrick. You make me die!"
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Alain asked him.
"No, not now. I had one, when I was in prison. A boy of my age. But he is still there..."
"Do you miss him? Were you in love?"
"No, not really in love. We just fit fine together. Before they caught him he was a hustler. He killed a client. A bastard. That man made Michel go to his place for a blow job, so he said, and instead, three guys popped out, tied him, then lashed him, tortured him, all of them took turns fucking his ass for twenty-four hours. In the end, they threw him out, without even paying him. So Michel waited for that guy until he caught him alone. He wanted just give him a good thrashing, but the man fell down the stairs and was stone dead. And now, my friend, has to pay seven more years, and in the adult's jail. He was afraid to go there. There they will for sure learn he was a hustler and he will be forced to become everybody's punk... Poor Michel..."
Everybody was silent.
After a while Laurent added: "Well, it is life. I... I was lucky, after all. And you have been my luck, Patrick. I will do anything you'll ask me. You'll see, you will not regret having kissed me in the cell, and today, and to have hired me. I swear that no matter what work you will ask me to do, your money will be well spent. I swear, Patrick!"
"And I believe you, Laurent. So, can we go to see your boss telling him that you quit and come with us?"
"With pleasure! Will you take me with you now, at once?"
"Sure. I will take you by your place to fetch your belongings..."
"I sleep there, in back of the restaurant. I have just a bag with a few things. Yes, but... where will I go to sleep, now?"
"We will set you up, don't worry."
"You mean... you'll find a place for me?"
"Sure. Let's go."
They took the boy to the restaurant to resign and get his belongings. Then they took him to Paris, and to their hotel with them, where they booked a room for him. Alain, to better study him, went with him to buy better clothes. Meanwhile Patrick, Jean Luc and Charles compared their impressions of the boy.
"I like him. I got a really good impression." Jean Luc said.
"To me too, really positive. I would say he is a good boy. But let see how he behaves. For a while make him do the waiter bit, so we can better study if he is what he seems, then we can pass him on to the foundation..." Charles said.
"Good. What time will René be back?" Patrick asked.
"For supper, I think." Jean Luc answered.
Alain and Laurent came back. The boy was proud of his new clothes. They sent him to his room to take a shower and to put away his purchases.
"So, Alain?" Patrick asked.
"I had to insist a lot to make him accept all the clothes. Only when I told him that if he wasn't properly clothed he would make you look bad, he accepted. And, you saw him, he is as happy as a boy on Christmas morning. I like that boy very much. I think that, in spite of his past, he is still clean, in his soul and mind. And he is eager to be useful."
René came and showed the draft of the constitution act of the foundation, and some proposals for buying the seat. They discussed the act, and Patrick gave his approval. Then they examined the various solutions for the seat. At the end, they choose a villa in the 5th arrondissement, composed of two parts connected by a garden. The external part, wider and facing the street, would became the foundation's seat, and the internal one the Paris residence of Patrick and his staff of friends.
The next day they went to a notary to sign all the papers, taking Houari with them to sign the act also. Then, after taking Houari back to the clinic, René and Charles, Olivier, Alain and Laurent, went to see the villa to check all the work there was to do. René summoned a young architect that they charged with the project of restructuring and refurbishing both the buildings.
Patrick and Jean Luc, with Claude, instead went to Corsica to prepare the upcoming tour. All these novelties and engagements, and above all being with his lover, were helping Patrick to find his enthusiasm and the strength to live a happy life. Patrick was also working on the draft of two new songs. He really felt in good shape. Then also Olivier came to the villa to go over the final details of the next tour that would bring them to the West of France, then Spain and Portugal.
Olivier was enthused about Lauren, "He is a boy full of good will, tireless, trustworthy and likeable. We had to keep an eye on him because he tends to overdo, and we had to force him to take a rest from time to time. He is also intelligent, in spite of his low culture. Alain also thinks it would be a good idea to later employ him in the foundation. He is able to listen, to understand."
"Hey, how much enthusiasm!" Jean Luc said.
"Yes. You would be the first, if just you saw him working, as all the other have."
"Is that possible that he has not even a flaw?" Jean Luc insisted.
"One, possibly... but pardonable. He tries it a little with everybody. But without insisting, without creating uneasiness, and in a such... likeable way that, as I said, he is pardonable."
"Did he try also with you?"
"Yes, certainly. With everybody, I told you. I think that Laurent just needs a companion..."
"He will find him, sooner or later, and he will calm down." Patrick said with a smile.
Before the tour they returned to Paris. First they went to see Houari in the clinic. The youth was healing and the doctors were happy with his improvements. "It is possible he could never walk perfectly, he could limp a little, but soon he will leave his crutches. What helps him very much, is his strong will to succeed." the head physician's assistant said to them.
Then they stopped at the foundation. Both buildings were already at a good stage of restoration. All the internal changes were already executed. They were finishing the fixtures and fittings and soon they would start the interior decoration and furnishing. Patrick and Jean Luc examined the part where they would live, and asked for a few changes.
Laurent welcomed them with enthusiasm. Alain, when they were alone, confirmed the more than good impression that already Olivier expressed.
"I think that after your tour, when we will inaugurate the foundation, we can ask Laurent to work for it. He is very sensitive to the problem of the boys his age in the juvenile prisons, and before that, in the reformatories. When I led our chat in that direction, he said 'It would be necessary to do something for those boys, before the criminal world hooks them. Most of them are good boys, but nobody cares or helps them'. When I told him that the foundation's aim is to help those boys, he brightened and said 'Oh, thanks!'"
They agreed that for the moment they would not yet reveal to Laurent their plans for him and they would observe him a few more months. They all hoped it was not just flash in the pan, and they wanted to be sure.
The tour started, and as always, it was a success. Patrick continued to give the gratuitous concerts, besides the paid ones, for the youths, mainly in orphanages and penal institutes. It was nowadays a distinctive point of his tours, and the invitations showered. Also the press gave coverage to this new aspect of the singer's personality, and Claude and Olivier cared very much about that side of his image. A TV channel coined for Patrick, in relation with his attention to minors with problems, a new name: "The Elder Brother" and that appellation stuck.
Back in Paris, they moved into the inner villa, behind the foundation. They decided to call the foundation "The Noah's Ark" and the private part "Rainbow".
They made the last preparations for the official inauguration. During this time Jean Luc and Patrick talked with Laurent.
"You do know, Laurent, the aim of the foundation, don't you?"
"Yes, sure, and I think it is really great!"
"Would you like to work in the Ark?"
"Oh sure. I'll keep it clean and shining like a mirror!"
"No, we were thinking of a different job... office work."
"That is? I can barely write and read... I would not be able to carry out paperwork. I'm good to clean, instead... ah, unless... as an errand boy, you mean."
"No. You know that Patrick, on his tours continues to visit orphanages, reformatories and juvenile prisons, don't you?"
"Yes, sure..."
"Good. You will have to go with him, with us, to help us to understand who could be signalled to the foundation to receive a help. You can understand these boys a lot better than we. First, because you passed through that, both in an orphanage and in a jail, and secondly, because you are able to understand and to use their... language. What do you think of that?"
"Me? Such a great thing, me? But do you really believe I would be able?"
"But you, would you like to do that?"
"Fucking shit! Of course yes! God, it would be so great! But... it's also a big responsibility. Choosing who's worth helping... And if I then am wrong?"
"Anyway less than us, I think. Anyway you will not be alone in deciding. You will signal who you think is more fitting. Then, Charles and Alain, will give also their opinion."
"Yes, they both are good and skilled, the brain squeezer and the professor. Well... what can I say? I'll do my best... I hope not to disappoint you..."
"Good. Then René will prepare a new contract for you as our consultant. And you will receive better pay, of course."
"Fucking goodness! But you are paying me even too much now... Rather... may I have an office all to myself?"
Patrick smiled: "Of course, and with your name on the door. And before the inauguration. But you have to start to work now, at once!"
"I already have some ideas..."
"Tell us."
"To follow those boys we want to help, possibly from before they come out and then after, it could be good to start groups of volunteers. See, boys from outside, and also ex like me..."
"Very good. Tell Charles and start to organize them. And now is there anything you want to asked me?" Patrick asked.
"No... anyway I know I can't ask you another kiss..." the boy answered slyly smiling.
"About that, it seems that you tried with everybody..." Patrick told him.
Laurent blushed like a red pepper, but admitted: "Yes... that's right..."
"Do you miss so much a companion?" Jean Luc asked him.
"Well... a little... Here, you are all in couple, or you are not gay!"
"Why don't you go out and try to meet somebody?"
"Well... I live here and... I don't feel like taking here somebody I just met. If it was just my place, possibly..."
"Do you want us to find you an apartment out of here?"
"No, I'm all right here. You don't have not to worry about me, sooner or later, something will happen, I'm still young enough..."
At the inauguration of the foundation, crawling with authorities, newspapers and TV, people from the show world. Not just a few of them promised an help, financial or of other kind. The centre of attraction was of course Patrick, followed by Charles as director, and in a good third position, Laurent who, with his liveliness and young age, enchanted everybody.
A reporter asked him: "Why is the foundation called 'The Noah's Ark'?"
"Bah, if you asked Patrick, he will probably say it is a Biblical reference. If you asked Charles, our director, I think he will say it is a symbol of salvation. But in my opinion it is because we are loading in it animals of any kind, just like me!" Laurent merrily answered.
After the launching in great style of the Ark, which received a really favourable echo in all the mass media, Houari, who was now starting to walk passably well without the crutches, started to work with René on the financial side of the foundation. Charles and Laurent took care of the recruiting and formation of the first volunteers, assisted by Alain.
So, the foundation started its work. Laurent accompanied Patrick on his tours and signalled the boys to be helped. Once they were "adopted" they were entrusted to volunteers, under Alain's supervision. The promised helps arrived, and with Patrick's funds, the Ark was gradually expanding and boosting its activities.
The foundation was near to celebrating its first anniversary, when Laurent fell ill. Nothing serious, just a somewhat bad flu, but that forced the boy to bed. One of the volunteers, Marc, a twenty-three years old medical student, offered himself to care for and assist Laurent. Every day he went to visit him three or four times at Rainbow villa to give him injections, or to take him meals, and he spent much time with him, mainly in the evenings when he had more free time.
"Marc, why do you spend so much time with me? There are the boys to follow, at the Ark..."
"Somebody has to take care of you. And at the Ark, I'm not indispensable."
"You are kind... But, aren't you fed up staying here with me?"
"No, on the contrary. I like being here with you. And besides, I have to prepare your injections..."
"Nice thing! To be sincere, that's what I like least!"
"But aren't you happy so you can heal faster?"
"Yes, sure. But instead of giving me injections, can't you put in me suppositories? I'd like that lot more..."
"Suppositories are less effective."
"Do you like the idea of becoming a doctor, Marc?"
"Yes, very much."
"And when you're a doctor, will you still come all the same to be a volunteer here?"
"I really think so. I like what we are doing."
"Good. I..." Laurent started to say, but was blocked by a coughing fit.
When he calmed down, Marc said: "Now you drink the syrup, then I'll do a balm massage on your chest."
Laurent sat up to take the spoon of medicine then pulled off the upper part of the track suit he wore in bed, uncovering his trunk, and laid down again. Marc, standing near his bed, spread the balm on his hands and started to carefully rub Laurent's chest. The boy closed his eyes enjoying the movements of these warm and skilled hands on his chest which were at times light and at times strong moving with the rhythm of one who is kneading bread. Laurent at that touch, like previous times, became aroused. But while the other times he was silently enjoying these pleasurable sensations, this time he put his hands on Marc's hands and guided them on his hard nipples, saying, "Here... I like here..."
Marc brushed them with his palms, then with his fingers, and at last teased the hard tips between his thumbs and index fingers.
"That way?" the young man sweetly asked.
"Yes... oh yes... so..." Laurent panted parting his lips.
He opened his eyes and saw that Marc, continuing to tease his nipples (clearly it was no more a massage at this point) was looking at him with a light sweet smile.
"Why don't you kiss me, Marc?" the boy invited him quivering, but still hesitant.
Marc, in silence, bent on him to kiss him. Laurent embraced him on his neck and caressed his hair.
Marc's hands lowered to caress his sides, girdled his back ant pulled Laurent to himself. Their kiss became more intimate, deeper. Their tongues played with each other, exploring, searching, and sucking each other.
"For months I've dreamed this..." Marc murmured with emotion.
"I too, Marc, but I didn't dare to try with you. You don't seem at all gay, as I am..."
"You neither, Laurent. Therefore I too didn't dare to make you understand. I thought you must have a girlfriend, and secretly I was envying her..."
"Me too... me too. That ring, you said me you received it from a girl, you told me even her name..."
"Yes, Therese, for my coming of age... she is my elder sister..."
"Oh, Marc! I want to make love with you!"
"Me too. But we have to wait..."
"To wait? What? Why?"
"You heal. I don't want you to take cold now."
"I feel so hot, really..." Laurent murmured, hoarse and excited.
"Laurent, I... I don't want this to be just amusing ourselves... I would like to start with you something serious..."
"Yes, but... I want you now. Right now..."
"No, listen to me. We have time, now that finally we told each other our desire."
"But at least... kiss me, touch me... let me touch you..." the boy begged him lowering his hand to fell him between his legs, "You see! You too want me..." he pleased murmured continuing to finger the firm and hard shape his hand discovered.
"Of course, I desire you. But let's wait. I want to make love with you with calm, both completely naked. And now, it will be better for you not to undress... and then, somebody could enter..."
"But I..." Laurent protested, but Marc kept him from continuing with another kiss. Then he lowered his hand to caress the boy's erection under the blanket and through the tracksuit. Laurent quivered all over: "Undress me, Marc... I can't resist! Go on, please..."
"Don't insist..."
"But why?"
"I'm afraid I will not be able to resist, if I do..."
"Oh, don't resist me! Undress me! It's so hot in this room..."
"No..." Marc insisted, but his hand slipped under the trouser's elastic band to caress the naked hard quivering flesh of the boy's erection.
Laurent lifted his companion's sweater, unbuttoned his shirt and slipped his hot hands inside caressing his smooth, sensitive chest, sides and back.
Marc quivered strongly and again murmured: "No..."
"Yes... please..." the boy alluring insisted as he opened his belt and forced the first button of Marc's fly.
"Oh, Laurent! You are driving me mad..."
"Pull of my tracksuit...," the boy invited him, ending to open the young man's fly. And Marc, at last, met his wish.
"Laurent... how beautiful you are!"
"Yes? Do you like me?"
"Good lord, yes! Terribly!"
"Do you want me?"
"I want you..."
"Finish undressing yourself... come here on the bed. Come on!" the boy urged him in a sensual voice.
Marc didn't need to be begged any more. While he was rapidly freeing himself of his clothes, Laurent admired him, and shifted aside inviting him to join him. When Marc climbed near him on his knees, Laurent stopped him.
"Good, how beautiful you are, Marc! You are some magnificent male! Wait..." he said, and gently taking the erect member in his hands guided it to slip completely inside his mouth and he made it bigger and harder as he sucked with pleasure.
Marc turned on the bed to be able to take care of him in the same way. Meanwhile Marc teased the furrow between the boy's small firm buttocks titillating the hole with his fingers.
Laurent trembled with pleasure.
"Do you want me here?" Marc asked with emotion.
"Yes... yes, take me. Make all of it enter me, please..."
"Do you like that?"
"Oh yes, I like it. Take me!"
"Then..." Marc said turning again and sitting on the bed, "... come on my lap, sit on my bolt. I want to take you that way so that I can hug you and kiss you. Come, Laurent..."
The boy not needing to be begged, went astride his young friend's lap and put his arms around Marc's neck to hold up his own weight, and as Marc held his rod straight up pointing between the boy's buttocks, Laurent let himself go down and felt it all slip inside his love channel as he emitted a long low pleasurable moaning. "Oooohhh! Finally... ooohhh, so... It's ages I desire it..." he panted, starting to bounce up and down.
Marc seized his waist, steadying his movements. They were luminous and happy looking in each other eyes.
>From time to time Laurent stopped, well stuck on the young man's pole, and bent closer to him to kiss him. They kissed for a long time while Laurent made slight movements with his pelvis to keep that glorious erection awake inside him. Then they started again, oblivious to everybody and everything -- conscious only of each other's body, desire and pleasure.
Laurent was riding the erection of the handsome young man with enthusiasm, when the door opened and Jean Luc entered. Seeing the scene, he stopped and apologized, somewhat embarrassed.
"Oh... sorry!"
The two remained still, looking at him in surprise.
Jean Luc was about leaving and said: "I should have knocked... sorry."
"No, come in..." Laurent said smiling at him and holding tight against March, who blushed full of embarrassment.
"But... I'm disturbing you now. I'll come later..." Jean Luc said hesitantly.
"No, anyway you caught us and..."
"I should have knocked... and you should have locked the door..." Jean Luc said, staying on the threshold.
"Come here, Jean Luc. See, you are the witness that this man compromised me. And now he must marry me, to make up for what he did..." Laurent said with a cunning smile, making his ass which was still strongly embedded on his companion's hard pole palpitate, then he kissed Marc and asked him: "You want to marry me, don't you?"
Marc looked shyly and embarrassed at Jean Luc. Laurent moved again on his lap to make him not lose his erection.
"Hey, Marc, in front of a witness, tell me that you want to make me yours forever... tell me, go on! Tell me or I'll make you cum here and now, in front of him..."
Jean Luc said, "Bye, boys... see you later..."
"No, wait! Marc, please..." Laurent repeated, this time stopping his joking tone.
And then Marc, his voice broken with emotion, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "I... I love you, Laurent. I want to be with you forever... I swear."
"Thank you Marc. Me too... I want to belong to you forever. Now you can go, Jean Luc. Marc and I prefer to be alone, now. This is our first time..."
Jean Luc quietly withdrew with a pleased smile, while the two lovers were resuming their lovemaking, already oblivious to his interruption.
THE END
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