Date: Sat, 23 Oct 1999 18:32:04 BST From: John Stevens Subject: FRANCOIS F R A N C O I S by John Stevens Story Code/s: M/b WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy and a man. If this is not to your tastes, or is illegal wherever you live, please leave now, unless you wish to be educated and/or have an open mind. "To the pure, all things are puer" No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no rain-forests devastated nor any harm done to the biosphere. In particular, no boy was hurt in any way. This story is pure and total fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, is purely coincidental = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I met my first French boy-friend (called Luc) when on holiday in Brittany and despite the limited number of times we had sex together, I shall never forget him! Not only did we have fun at the campsite where we met but also back at his home in Paris. That city was also the place where things started with Francois but our relationship had in fact started some time before that. I am Senior-Master at a prep-school where, one January term, our sole new pupil turned out to be a neat, exceptionally pretty French boy coming up to his eleventh birthday. He spoke hardly a word of English and his first term or so was very difficult for us all. But like most youngsters, he soon picked up enough to get by even if his work in English lessons produced many a staff-room laugh! He was always friendly towards me and so I was more than happy to befriend not just him, but also his parents whenever they appeared at school. The reason for that was very simple: they were very rich and lived in Paris, in the smart 16th arrondissement. So, I very much appreciated the fact that I might end up with some friends there, even if things never progressed with Francois. Now, when I say that Francois was pretty, that is not quite right! He was really very beautiful and as he grew older, his beauty seemed to increase daily! I had soon been able to inspect him naked in the showers and had discovered that he had a very well shaped body for his age whilst: at the top of his legs hung the cutest cock, I've ever seen on a 10 year-old. Of course, as he grew, so did his prize possession! Just after his 12th birthday, I was treated to more than just the sight of his cock. Going down into the changing rooms one Sunday afternoon, I found Francois and four other boys, standing close together: I couldn't see just what they were up to, but it didn't take much effort to guess! They shouldn't have been down there so after standing still for a moment or so I coughed loudly. Very surprised, they turned, showing me that my surmise as to what they had been doing had been right: all five had their shorts open with very stiff cocks sticking out. So surprised where they that they hardly had a chance to hide what was on display - even the boy holding a ruler along his erection! "So ... what do you think you lot are getting up to?" I asked, smiling, as very embarrassed, they finally tried to hide their cocks from my gaze. "N ... n ... nothing sir!" was the general muttered reply. Walking over, I tried to show I was not angry by smiling at them. "Well ... who's the biggest?" That caused a round of giggles but the boy I thought would answer owned up. "Me sir!" Peter Jenkins boasted, "Nearly 13 centimetres!" He was very proud of that! "Mais ... I am second! Twelve and a half!" Francois butted in proudly. Although pleased to hear that, I felt I had to act a bit more school-masterly so I started to tell them off in a gentle way. However, they were soon asking me questions, starting with the inevitable one of how big I was! "Never you mind!" I replied. "Spoil-sport!" was one of the more audible comments - I think one boy muttered something much more obscene! But from then on, for that particular group of boys, their interest in things sexual became more open. Mostly, this was their simple thirst for knowledge and I found my self bombarded with questions which gradually became increasingly more explicit. What was strange was the way they hardly knew any of the correct words - the word masturbation was unknown to them and one evening, I found myself talking to them quite seriously about 'wanking' and eventually 'fucking'! In the course of our sex-chats, I was informed that none of them could 'spunk up' yet, but they had all seen older boys enjoying suitably damp orgasms. Once explained, they knew what fellatio meant and shyly admitted that they had tried it in the dormitories! Francois in particular was keen on it; eventually asking me what girls did with a mouthful of spunk! "Well ... girls ... or boys ... doesn't matter ... you usually swallow it all!" That was greeted with the inevitable disgusted groans but Francois simply nodded, my answer obviously expressing what he felt should happen! Given their admission of trying out fellatio on each other - and by implication, he fact that they masturbated each other as well, I managed to implant in their minds the idea that trying out sexy things with each other was Ok and that it didn't make them 'queer' the slang still then used at school. By the summer term, my friendship with Francois was getting quite deep and he seemed to be spending more and more time with me, playing some game or other, or just chatting! Having no hang- ups, he allowed such physical contacts as I engineered develop into quite warm cuddles and of course, he was not shy in any way, almost showing off his body to me when I was around when he had to undress for any reason. On the Friday before half-term, I spent some time talking to his parents who by then had realised the friendship between Francois & myself. I had already managed to let them know of my love of Paris and as hoped, they issued a vague invitation to visit them during the summer. However, when I returned from that mid-term break, they sought me out: Francois must have been talking to them for they issued a much firmer invitation for me to join them in Paris for a few days towards the end of August. I was happy to agree to that, especially as it fitted with my holiday plans perfectly. For the first half of the long holiday I had booked a fortnight in Vienna: now it would be two capital cities to enjoy and, at the second one, the presence of beautiful, sexy Francois even if I would probably get very frustrated by his inevitable sex talk and the impossibility of touching him properly! For the rest of term, Francois was even more friendly towards me, keenly looking forwards to my visit to his home. Even more importantly, he allowed even more physical intimacy, not even rebuffing a friendly grope I gave him one day. As I did so, he simply grinned and did it back to me, a serious attempt to discover just what I had! By then the general 'sex-chats' that he and his friends had with me had become quite regular, all of them quite happy to tell me how much they enjoyed sexing-up each other, wanking each other off or cock-sucking ' ... all the way sir!'. Peter Jenkins was also now able to boast that he could spunk-up - very interesting! When I said that if he wanted to convince me about that, he would have to prove it, he simply laughed but a day later, at the end of morning break, I was shown a page torn from an exercise book on which were several white drops. "See sir! I can spunk up!" had been his proud comment as he snatched the sheet from me and ran off! A few days later, Francois told me how he had wanked Peter off in bed the previous evening, "He made me really wet!" he added. "But do you think I should have tasted it?" I muttered something quite inane, a bit overwhelmed by his willingness to talk about such things! As for Peter Jenkins, although not the prettiest of boys, his new ability did make him more interesting - I was even keener perhaps merely to see his young erection! That finally happened on the last Monday of term when walking into his form room after break that morning, I found him with his trousers and pants down with Francois holding a ruler along his erection! Neither boy cared about my sudden appearance, Peter simply pulling his clothes up; those in the class who had been part of the 'sex-chat' group, found it amusing whilst the rest were clearly very embarrassed! To save my young friends, I made them stay behind at the end of the lesson, simply detaining them for a few minutes during which time I simply congratulated Peter on how big he was growing! ======= I had a splendid time in Vienna: on my return, I had a week or so to prepare for Paris. Although my flight had already been booked, an idea occurred to me. It was no problem to bring it forwards a day and book one night in a hotel: that way I had chance to do some shopping before calling on my hosts. As planned, on the Thursday afternoon, I sought out Francois' address, which turned out to be an even more impressive place than I would have imagined, taking up the third floor of a very elegant block of flats. A maid opened the door although she was quickly pushed aside by Francois who was obviously very pleased to see me. Apart from the warmth of his greeting, I was staggered by what he was wearing - a blue vest covered in white stars on top, barely meeting a pair of brief red satin shorts. Bare legs (and being tall for his age, they were very long) and flip-flops on his feet. Quite taken aback, I was quite pleased when Francois' attractive mother appeared to rescue me. Friendlier than ever, she showed me my room which although bigger than my tiny flat at school, she apologised for its smallness! Dinner was quite formal and I was glad I had brought suitable clothes with me, even Francois had been made to put on a shirt & tie with his long trousers, although it was explained that this was to be an exception, they simply wanted to celebrate. That, they did in style, the food was superb and to end with I found myself almost having to refuse further glass of Chateau d'Yquem before we moved on to the vintage Armagnac! As we sipped that superb drink, the family's plans were outlined: his mother was taking the chance to go and visit her family in Lyon for the weekend She apologised about leaving me with her son although she did point out that it was him I was visiting really! Francois' father worked all day (I've never found out just what he does!) and would usually be back late, but whatever plans Francois & I made would be Ok, all we had to do was to let the staff know which meals we wanted! It seemed a heaven sent chance to get to know my pretty 12 year-old pupil even better and I felt that from one or two rather knowing glances he gave me, he felt the same way. Next morning, we all went to the Gare de Lyon and found his mother's first class seat on the TGV. After waving good-bye, he & I wandered back to the Metro. "Great ... now we can do whatever we want!" he told me, "Where shall we go?" I found out that he didn't really know much about the city he lived in and my suggestion that we climb the Eiffel Tower was met with approval: he'd never done it before even though he had view of it from his bedroom! "First though ... let's go back home, I want to put something more comfortable on!" Seeing that he was dressed as he had been when I met him the previous evening, I didn't understand what was wrong but he was adamant. So we returned to his flat but when he invited me into his room whilst he changed, I declined, going to my room to find my camera. When he re-joined me, I almost fainted. He had left on his starry vest but his satin shorts had been replaced by a pair of cut- down jeans, shortened so much that I couldn't believe what I saw: he clearly had great difficulty hiding his genitals with them so short and tight! "Where did you get those from?" I asked, trying to sound calmer than I felt. "You've seen them before, these are the jeans I used to have at school." he explained, "Maman tried to throw them away but I found them and cut the legs off for some really cool shorts!" he giggled, "I think I cut too much off though, are they too short do you think sir?" "Don't call me sir!" I ordered, "And no ... they not too short, just perfect - they show off your legs really well!" "Well ... there's one problem though, I can't wear pants under them!" Then to my utter astonishment, he flipped open the brass button and pulled down the zip. I had almost expected a view of his equipment but underneath he had on a pair of very brief yellow swimming trunks that held his genitals snugly in place! "I have to wear these! All my pants show!" He shrugged his shoulders as he carefully pulled his shorts back up. "That's better ... but John, you mustn't tell Maman will you?" he grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the main door, "She doesn't know about these ... she thinks my other shorts are too short really!" "Course! Let's go!" I managed to persuade Francois that we could easily walk to the Trocadero and then over the river to the Tower. Rather lazy, he didn't approve but perhaps he was right, for by the time we were crossing the Pont d'Iena we were both very hot and sweaty. But it was at his suggestion we decided to use the stairs as far as the first floor even though about half way up we had to stop for him to catch his breath. "This is crazy!" he murmured as he leaned against me. "It was your idea!" I retorted as I hugged him. At first he resisted but then relaxed in my arms for a brief cuddle. "You're gay!" he muttered, grinning broadly though. "Who says so!" Not at all worried by his words. "I do ... who cares anyway ... let's go!" Slowly we made our way up to the first stage but once there, we used the lift to take us to the top. Francois was very impressed with the view and although I'd seen it several times before, so was I! On the way down, he had to go to the loo so I allowed my self to be dragged in there with him! He was I think, keen to show off to me and slightly standing back from the urinal, he pulled his shorts down, then his trunks allowing me freedom to see that he was more than slightly erect! Grinning, he started to piss looking down at me in return as I followed his example. On the way out, he whispered, "Yours looked big sir ... John!" "So so!" I muttered, steering him back to a lift. Back on the ground, we crossed the bridge, walking slowly up to the terrace, although I found it difficult to keep my mind on our conversation and not on the many pretty boys roller-skating or skateboarding there. When we reached the Place du Trocadero, we found a cafe, Francois insisting we sit outside. Throughout lunch, he chattered away, soon treating me like a close friend rather than his schoolteacher, something I was very happy to encourage. After that, I felt we should go somewhere else, but Francois insisted that we go back home. "I'm tired, and I'm all hot an' sweaty ... I need a shower!" It was a very persuasive argument as I felt very much like he did. But even more, I felt that as we would have the flat to ourselves, things *might* just happen. A Metro ride and a short walk had us back home, Francois soon ushering me into an empty flat. "Come on!" he grabbed my hand and led me to his room, "Je vais prends un douche!" I allowed him to drag me in there and then through his own bathroom. In that rather opulent place, I leant against the door and watched as he turned on his shower. Kicking off his flip-flops, he gave a broad grin as he came over and stood as close to me as he could. Looking up, he gave me a strange look as he grasped my hands and pulled them onto his waist. With no difficulty, I slid them onto his well rounded, denim clad bottom, moving my feet round his so that virtually all he could do was to lean against me and allow me to cuddle him. For a few moments he stood there but then looked up to me and asked, "Help me undress John ... I'm too exhausted after all that walking!" "Lazy thing." I told him, but it was then that I realised that what I had always hoped for with pretty Francois was about to happen! "Who cares!" he sighed as he eased back from me. The look in his eye showed what he wanted so I lifted my hands to his vest and started to lift it up over his slim shoulders. Pulling it off, I threw it aside, then placing my hands on either side of his chest, slowly sliding them down his sides until they were back on his bottom once more. "Come on ... we're wasting water!" he urged, again looking at me in a strange way! Grinning back, I popped open that copper button and pulled his shorts wide open. With a little push from me and a slight wiggle of his hips, they fell slowly down to his ankles. As I looked down, I could see from the bulge in his swimming trunks that his cock was struggling to stand fully upright! Knowing that all was well, I gently pressed the back of my hand against the trunks. "What's this you've got in here Francois ... naughty boy!" "My dick!" Was his curt reply. "Show me yours!" For the moment, I ignored him, but before he could change his mind, I grasped his trunks and pulled them down. He was beautiful. I had seen him erect before, but it had never been like this. His dick had grown quite a bit recently but much more important than its size was its sheer beauty! "You're growing these days, aren't you?" "Bien sur!" Moving back slightly, he grasped his cock and bent it downwards, "Look, I've got a few hairs now!" "Have you? Very interesting!" Keen to see what he was showing off to me, I looked down and saw that what he had said was true. He was decorated with two very scanty curls of shiny black hairs. Beautiful! "Now show me yours!" he ordered, grasping the front of my jeans and giving me a firm squeeze. Grinning, he looked up at me again, "You're disgusting ... all hard!" But stepping out of his clothes, he turned and slid into the shower, stretching his arms up over his head. As the water cascaded over him, I gazed at him in amazement, from his pretty face, down over his well-shaped young body to his rigidly erect cock with those two curls of hair, pubic- hairs he was obviously very proud of! Then, my eyes wandered down his long legs to his feet. All in all, a sight I had to impress on my mind, almost unable to believe I was seeing him like this. Francois soon opened his eyes and moved to the edge of the shower, "Why don't you have a shower as well?" "If you want!" "Mais oui! Get undressed!" Before I could reply, he had leapt dripping wet from the shower and jumped on me, wrapping his legs round my waist as he hugged me tightly. It was fantastic even though he was making me very wet! "Silly boy ... I'll have to take all these clothes off now!" "Good! Undress then, show me your cock as well ... you've seen mine!" But for a few moments I just hugged him: I could have kissed him, but for the moment, I didn't want even to try. All I wanted to do was to grasp his dick and stroke it until he enjoyed his dry orgasm - no hurry though! "You'll get cold!" I whispered as I eased him off me! "Get into the shower and as you seem determined, I'd better join you!" "Great ... hurry up!" He gave another grin before standing back under the spray. So, as he stood there watching me closely, I started to undress, quickly pulling off my rather damp clothes! I knew what he was really waiting for - the moment I pulled my pants down! Very stiff inside them, their wetness made them cling tightly to me, emphasising my state. "Go on ... take them off!" He demanded insistently. "No ... you can!" By then too silly to care, I joined him and pulled his hands onto the sides of my pants. Francois giggled but wasted no time in pulling them down, smiling when he freed my cock! "Merde! That's a big one!" I could hardly say a word, especially when he closed his hand round me. "It's really nice!" "Maybe ... yours is nice as well!" Finally, I was able to dare grasp his dick, almost unable to savour to the full that wonderful moment when you first grasp your boy-friend's erect penis. His silky foreskin slid back easily when I tugged it down and I was pleased with the soft sigh he gave as I did so. But Francois was already doing the same to me, his slim young fingers already slowly sliding my foreskin to & fro, the hot boy grinning up at me after a few very arousing strokes. "You're good!" I told him, "You've done it a lot at school, haven't you!" He nodded, "Why not ... you said we should! It's great fun isn't it John?" "Of course ... but first," I released him and moved out of the spray, "Let's wash and then we can go and lie on your bed and do each other! Ok?" "D'accord!" He knew that what I had said was best so we set about helping each other to wash. Then, as I turned off the shower, he reached for some towels and we were soon drying ourselves, almost impatient to get onto his bed for some real fun. Our erections had by then subsided a little, but that was something we knew we were going to remedy. Francois dropped his towel and ordered, "Come on then!" He turned and ran back into his bedroom but for the moment, I really needed to dry myself properly. Joining him, I found him on his bed, concentrating on what was a very slow but serious wank. So far away in his private pleasure was he that he didn't notice me, so I was able to watch him for a moment or two, quite fascinated by his erotic movements. This vision of pure boyish sexuality had one effect on me - my erection was quick to re-establish itself! Realising I was standing there, Francois beckoned me over, lifting his hips from the bed to show off his aroused state. "Come on ... we're going to have a wank now!" Falling onto his bed by him, our arms went round each other, legs tangled up as we hugged each other closely. It was wonderful, especially as there was not the slightest resistance from Francois, the boy soon rather urgently rubbing his dick against my belly. That was sexy enough but when he lifted his head to smile at me, I finally dared press my lips to his. There was no hint of rejection, he simply opening his mouth to allow my tongue to enter. It was a kiss I could hardly believe and I'm not sure he was telling the truth when he later told me that it had been the first time he'd ever done so! As we kissed, we moved slightly so that we could both reach between our bodies and grasp each other, his cock feeling almost as wonderful to me as the feel of his hand on my own penis. But of course, we couldn't really play with each other so tightly wrapped up in each other's arms so we separated, laying half on our sides as we fondled each other sexily. "Let me have a look at it properly!" he soon demanded, pushing my hand from his body. "If you want!" I rolled onto my back as he slid down the bed for what became an almost scientific inspection. First, he moved my cock so that he could see just how much hair I had, then, he tugged my foreskin back so that he could inspect my glans closely. Nothing was ignored, his fingers ever so gently moving my balls about as he studied them closely! Then, he pulled himself up by me once more but before he could say a word, I told him, "My turn now sexy Francois ... let me have a look at you!" "If you want!" As he laughed, I moved down the bed so that I could inspect him properly. To his amusement, I gave a running commentary, "Very nice ... it's a really lovely cock ... with a lovely hot tip." As I spoke, I pulled his foreskin back and gently ran a finger round the rim of his glans. "There, lovely ... an'," I grinned up at him and as he smiled distantly at me, I told him, "An' I love these hairs ... really nice!" I bent his cock downwards so that I could admire those sparse black curls. Then, I bent his cock even more downwards - releasing it, it slapped back against his belly. I wanted to do that simple game again but my finger tips were already stroking his silky smooth scrotum, delicately moving his little balls all round. "An' these are nice as well, they're starting to grow now ... they'll soon be making lots of sperm!" "I hope so!" was his throaty reply, but I was hardly listening, merely impressing on my memory this incredible close-up view of his genitals. But I didn't want just to look at him and I soon closed my thumb & middle finger round his cock so that I could start to move his foreskin up & down, moving my head closer as I did so. Deciding that actions speak louder than words and before he realised what I was going to do, I had kissed the purple tip of his cock a few times. As I had hoped, that had a dramatic effect and Francois sighed loudly. After doing it a few more times, I looked up, "Was that good? You like having it sucked don't you Francois?" "Bien sur ... do it some more!" "Of course!" He was as keen as I was and I was already moving into a better position to fellate him. As I got down between his widely spread legs, he whispered rather throatily, "Go on ... do it to me!" His words were irrelevant for I was already opening my lips to take him into my mouth. He whimpered as I started to suck him - I wanted this to last, but didn't really care if he was quick or took all day! All I wanted was that he should enjoy it. Francois had already told me, in great detail, just what it felt like when he and his friends reached their orgasms: also that he could easily do it lots of times in one day. So I sucked away, slowly, using my tongue as much as I could as I tried to make it even more exciting for him. But however much I was enjoying myself, I was determined that the first orgasm I gave him, even though it would be quite dry, should be by wanking him: I could always give him a blowjob later! His murmurs of delight grew louder so, sensing that he might soon come, I let go, quickly moving up the bed by his side once more. Looking down, I could see that his cock looked very aroused, throbbing with every heart beat. "Why did you stop?" he asked plaintively, "Don't you want me to come? I want to now!" "Of course I want you to enjoy coming off Francois ... but there's no hurry is there? You know it's always better if you take your time over it." That was something he didn't understand but he accepted what I said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Shall I do you then?" he asked as he reached between us for my erection. "Do you want me to wank you off first?" As he spoke, he started to do just that, showing me once more how good he was at it! "Of course ... that's really nice ... you're really very good at wanking aren't you?" He giggled, "I do it too much I suppose!" "That's not possible!" I told him, already relishing the fantastic feelings he was giving me with his steady, up & down movements! "Last week I did it twice every day, an' one day, five times!" He was quite proud of his boast! "But at school we do it to each other usually every night!" he giggled, "An' we suck each other as well ... it's great being sucked!" "Course it is ... I'm glad you like having it done to you ... do you like doing it?" He nodded so I asked, "An' have you ever sucked Peter Jenkins' cock until he spunks up? Or has anyone else done it to him?" "No ... not really!" He smiled, "Once, I sucked him almost until he spunked up but I didn't want him to do it in my mouth, but when I let go, he was just about coming and it went all over my face! It was disgusting!" But his expression showed that he thought otherwise! "Not really ... just sexy!" "Maybe! But anyway, Sanderson's done it to him, he said it tasted horrible!" Neither the prettiest or sexiest boy in their sex- gang but clearly a very willing youngster! "Not really, I'm surprised Jason did it and not someone as sexy as you!" "Well, I'll do it one day!" He looked down at my cock, "Am I wanking you Ok?" He looked slightly apprehensive, obviously eager to please me! "Of course, you're great Francois!" "Well come on ... I want to see you spunk up! Peter's quick when I do him!" He paused, "Do you shoot much ... I bet it's more than he does!" "Well ... I'm a man an' he's still a boy ... you're doing great ... just keep on like this and you'll see what I shoot!" I slid my arm under his body and pulled him as close as I could, but when I tried to kiss him again, he shook his head - after all, he wanted to see what he was doing and the final result of his wank! All I could do was to lie there holding him to me as I enjoyed his steady movements on my very excited cock - he was easily going to bring me off with such skilled action! Quickly - far too quickly really - he brought me to what was a very powerful orgasm indeed! I shouted out his name loudly as my cock throbbed strongly in his hand and without even looking, I could feel quite a load of sperm shooting out onto my chest. "Aah ... aah ... oh Francois ... Francois!" My moans were loud and quite uncontrollable and all I could do was to enjoy what he was so skilfully doing to my throbbing dick. Francois knew just what to do, the boy slowing right down as he squeezed my cock firmly. Sexy as he was, he continued to stare at my cock, already having moved so that some of my ejaculate landed on his body. But for those timeless moments, I just quivered in utter pleasure. In the past, I've always enjoyed being wanked off by my various boy-friends, but Francois seemed more skilled at it than any I've ever had before. "Merde ... c'est degootant!" he whispered at me as my cock continued to dribble more sperm, the hot stuff sliding over his fingers onto my still heaving belly. "Oh Francois ... Francois ... that was lovely!" I managed to tell him as I tried to hug him closer to me as I slowly calmed down from the peak of my pleasure. Sadly, he didn't allow that embrace, but that was merely because he wanted to have a closer look at what I had shot so copiously! Releasing my cock, he began to rub it with the flat of his hand over the wetness on my belly, staring down at what he was doing. His eyes slowly moved up my body and when he saw the white line from my navel to my left nipple, he giggled at me as he moved his hand onto the sticky wetness. It felt very sexy as he rubbed my juice about, but perhaps more so as this was not just his inquisitiveness but a sign of his strong feelings towards me. "That's fantastic! Really sexy!" he told me with a broad grin, "I've never seen as much as this before! Much more then Jenkins shoots!" "Well I told you, that's because I'm a man. But," I tried to hug him closer but without success, "It's because you wanked me so well!" "Do you always shoot as much then?" "Depends ... if you do me again, there won't be as much!" I wanted a second wank perhaps even hopeful that he might even suck me a bit first! As I grinned at him, he lifted his wet hand to inspect my cream closely, wrinkling his nose at it. "What's wrong? You've seen sperm before haven't you?" "Bien sur ... but not as much as this!" he giggled, "I wish I could make sperm!" "It doesn't matter ... you like wanking don't you, even though you're still to young to spunk up!" I reached for his cock, but Francois moved away, almost falling off his bed in the process. Looking at me, his cock sticking out at right angles to his own slightly wet body, he muttered, "Wait!" before rushing into his bathroom. He was soon back, holding a towel. "Clean up ... then you must wank me!" he ordered as he lay back by me on the bed. As I wiped the sperm from my body, he grabbed the corner of the towel and wiped his own body clean, then tugging the towel from me to throw aside. I knew what he then wanted, but rather than simply grasp his cock and do to him what he had done to me, I slid my arm under him and firmly pulled him to lay full length on top of me. "There ... that's better!" I told him as he lifted his head to smile at me, "I haven't yet really said thanks for such a sexy wank Francois ... it was great ... really great!" "Mmmm ... it was nice doing it ... especially when you shot all your sperms!" "Peter and the others are really lucky if you wank them like that, you're really good at it!" He looked quite proud but lowered his head to mine for our second passionate kiss! Francois quickly had his tongue in my mouth and I was discovering that not only was he a sexy boy, but one very willing to learn new ways of enjoying sex with someone else. Of course, he was now very aroused and all too soon for me, he pulled his tongue from my mouth, rolled off me and grasped my hand. "Do it now!" he ordered in a tone that showed just how desperate for relief he now was. What could I do but oblige my young partner? Closing my fingers round his cock, I began to wank, not the gentle slow caressing sort of wank I had done earlier, but serious masturbation that had one end in mind! I now wanted very much to bring him off and to relish the feel of his body in my arms as he reached what would be a much enjoyed orgasm. Sighing deeply, he snuggled up closer to me as I worked away on him. Very quickly, he was lost in his pleasures, murmuring under his breath as I continued to move his foreskin up & down faster & faster. "There's a good sexy boy ... you're really lovely to wank ... all sexy an' hot ... a lovely hard cock ... really sexy to wank like this Francois!" I whispered aimlessly in his ear. "Don't stop ... it's great!" was his only understandable comment as I worked away on his cock even faster, trying to bring him off as quickly as I could! It didn't take much longer: Francois soon looked up at me in a strange way, slumped back and then gave a sudden loud sigh. His cock throbbed strongly a four or five times, his body pushing it up at me as his pert little bum bounced up & down on his bed. "Aah ... aah ... ooh!" he panted, "Don't stop!" something I had no intention of doing. But slowing down, I pulled his foreskin up & down firmly, trying to give him as much pleasure as I could. He was quite lost in his pleasure and although I wanted to kiss him, I found it very exciting to watch every throb in his dick! From Francois' reactions to what I was doing, I could see that it was one of the best orgasms I'd ever given a pre-pubescent and so I was well pleased with myself. His body was soon still but I felt a few weaker throbs in his cock as his orgasm slowly subsided. "There, that's a good sexy ... was that a good wank for a lovely boy then?" I whispered into his ear as he went almost limp in my arms. Lifting his head slightly, I could see that he was still far away, but he managed to whisper his thanks. "Fucking hell! That was really great ... the best ever!" Not surprisingly, he pulled my hand from his cock but made no objection when I pressed it flat against his belly, my fingers curling under his tightly held balls to hold him very gently. "Good, it was really sexy. You did enjoy that didn't you you sexy boy!" "You made it feel really good!" he managed to mutter as he slowly came round after what had clearly been quite an exceptional wank. "Wonderful!" With no rejection now, I was able to place my lips on his for what turned into another very passionate kiss. As we kissed, I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me. In that position I was able to slide my hands slowly and very delicately up & down his downy back, not neglecting his well-rounded and amazingly smooth buttocks. Of course, that also meant that his cock was pressed against me and to my pleasure, as we cuddled closely I discovered that he didn't lose his erection at all after his climax. I was tempted to probe for his arse but for the moment, I felt it unwise to do so. Anal-sex was hardly ever mentioned during our sex-chats at school and then usually with strongly felt expressions of disgust. But somehow I felt that, sexy as he was, Francois would one day ask about it and even - I hoped - suggest I try it on him! For the moment though, I was content to be there with him like that, enjoying the warmth of his body as we snuggled up closely, enjoying his light weight on top of me as I waited for him to suggest what might happen next - sexual or not. Perhaps an hour later, his stomach grumbled and in a fit of giggles, he rolled off me. "I'm thirsty!" He slid off the bed and stood there, his cock by then hanging down limply between his well-built legs. But he wasn't there to be looked at before he could move; I swung round and planted a very wet kiss on his flaccid cock - lovely. "Dirty old man!" he giggled, reaching down and grasping my arm to pull me to my feet. Happily, as I stood up, he crouched down and kissed my cock - just the once before standing up and grinning at me, "You're crazy John ... an' that hairy thing's disgusting really!" "Wait until you grow up!" I told him as I tried to pull him to me. But Francois wriggled out of my embrace and nakedly ran off, slowly followed by me. In the kitchen, I found him opening the fridge, searching for something cold to drink but it seemed all that he could find was some beers. "These were supposed to be for you, can I have one?" I was pleased that he didn't just assume he could drink alcohol so I suggested, "Get two glasses and I'll let you have some!" With a smile, he put a bottle on the table, turning to a cupboard from which he pulled two glasses of appropriate shape. Opening the beer, I then shared it out - unequally! Whilst I did so, Francois turned back to the fridge and, quite unintentionally, as he bent over, I had a magnificent view of his little bottom. Not only that, his rosy little hole was on display as well and at the sight of that part of his body, my cock started to rise once more! Francois turned back to me with a rather flat tin in his hand. But of course, he noticed my growing erection and giggled. Giving me the tin to hold - Beluga Caviar! - he grasped his cock and it didn't take more than a few gentle caresses for it to twitch, then stretch out fully erect once more. "Now who's being disgusting!" I asked, putting the Caviar down and moving closer to him. "You started it!" he retorted impishly. "Well, you shouldn't have flashed your pretty little bum at me!" I attempted to grasp his cock but he pushed me aside and reached for the Caviar. "Why do you want to look at my bum? I suppose you want to bum me don't you John!" "If you wanted me to do it! One day perhaps!" Trying hard not to sound too interested! "No way!" he sounded quite determined about that! As he spoke, he pulled the cover off the caviar tin and after smelling the fishy substance (and pulling a face), he giggled again. Then, as I watched rather amusedly, he held the tin in front of his genitals and with his other hand, bent his now erect cock downwards into the black eggs, scooping some up on his exposed glans. "There you are ... have some caviar!" he demanded as he put the tin down and arched his back, "Lick it all up you sexy man!" I was more than happy to do what he wanted even though I don't particularly enjoy that expensive delicacy - I just appreciate the special delicacy boys have between their legs! Kneeling down, I gently pulled him closer, Francois guiding his cock towards my mouth, although he was once more attacked by a fit of rather girlish giggles. Gently sucking the caviar from him - it tasted as boring as ever - I was only too happy then to take his penis fully between my lips, licking up the rest of its salty coating as I started to fellate him once more. Sadly, he only allowed that for a few moments before pulling back from me. "You're really disgusting ... always cock-sucking! You're worse than Sanderson!" "That's where you're wrong ... I'm much better than him!" I told him as I reached for the glasses. "Put that caviar back into the fridge and have a drink!" I started to drink, Francois taking the half-full glass and swigging it back in one go. "That's better, I was really thirsty!" Putting the glass on the table, he then demanded, "Come on ... you've made my cock go hard again so you've got to do something about it!" Impatient, he grasped my hand and pulled me along with him. "Sex maniac!" I told him as I allowed myself to be dragged back to bed! In his room, he released me and jumped onto his bed, snuggling into the middle as I watched. Grinning, he grasped his erection and started wanking, surprisingly enough getting quickly lost in what he was doing. He was perhaps more worked up than I would have thought, so I sat by him and pulled his hand away, "If you want a wank, you'd better let me do it!" "Great, but will you suck me?" He shyly asked, almost as if afraid I wouldn't be willing to do it to him! "Of course ... you really love that don't you Francois?" "Mais oui! C'est tres sexy!" He spread his legs wider, raising his knees slightly, unconsciously adopting a very erotic pose. I wanted to get my camera but I wanted even more to suck him off so I moved into a suitable position crouched over him and lowered my head to his loins. Francois sighed as I started by playing my tongue all round his balls, even more noisy when my tongue moved onto the hard shaft of his erection. Slowly, I worked it up the side of his firm young dick, eventually reaching the glans round which my tongue licked round & round for a few seconds. He was panting noisily at this treat - I allowed him to push his cock into my mouth - only the sensitive glans which I covered with my saliva as I continued to work my tongue all around the most sensitive part of his body. Francois' moans became even louder and I knew that I would, perhaps sadly for me, not be able to do this loving act for long. That faint taste of caviar soon disappeared and his own natural sweet, clean taste asserted itself inspiring me to even greater efforts. As his hips pushed up at me, I finally allowed him to slide the rest of his cock into my mouth, now settling down to fellate him properly, my head moving up & down as I wanked him with my lips, my tongue playing all round as I sucked away. My hands helped by stroking all round his flat belly, through those scanty pubic curls, then onto his thighs before I started to tickle his balls as delicately as I could. Thumb & middle finger of one hand then started to masturbate the base of his dick - I was in seventh heaven! Francois' moans of delight increased and, far too quickly for me, he was there. "Aaah ... aah ... aaah ... aah!" he panted as his hips pushed his strongly throbbing cock deeply into my mouth. Music to my ears! I just worked on him, a little more gently now, knowing just how sensitive boys his age become when their orgasm happens in someone's mouth. My fingers continued their delicate actions, now pressing below his balls so that I could feel the continued throbs there - and of course, increase the pleasure he was already so loudly enjoying. It was fantastic for me as well, even though his boy-orgasm was quite dry and I was not now savouring that special taste of freshly shot cream! It was perhaps too much for him and his hands soon grasped my head to hold me still, but as he gave what was almost a yell of pain. I knew I had to stop, Francois already lifting my head from his body. Opening my eyes, I stared at his genitals - his balls tightly drawn up against the base of his still throbbing cock, his foreskin slowly sliding up to half-cover his spit wet glans. It was quite incredible to see and of course it was very satisfying for me to have given so lovely a boy such a well-enjoyed climax. Finally, I gave his beautiful cock a soft kiss before hauling myself up to lay by him. Francois was far away, just laying there still. All that he did was to grasp my hand and squeeze it firmly showing me just how much he had enjoyed what I had done for him. So for a while, I was happy be at his side, making no effort to hug him closer, simply enjoying being there naked with a sexy boy whilst he recovered from what I guessed must have been his strongest ever orgasm. Eventually, he lifted his head and smiled happily. "That was really fantastic! I've never been sucked like that before, it was much better than when we do it to each other at school!" Finally, he moved closer and allowed me to hug him tightly to me, "Thanks John ... it was really great!" "So were you!" My words puzzled him but he just gave a contented smile as he relaxed further. For some time, we lay wrapped up in each other's arms, content just to be like that. Of course, my hands were not idle, idly caressing his body something I always enjoy doing! His cock was pressed firmly against me but I soon felt that it was gradually losing its stiffness - I was almost embarrassed by the way mine was still very erect and pressed firmly against him. But one thing I didn't care about was whether he wanted to wank me off again - it would be nice, but for the moment, what I had done had almost been like having an orgasm myself! When he finally pulled away from me, he giggled girlishly, "You're queer!" he told me, "But I don't care ... especially when you do that to me!" Noticing my erection, he added, "An' why's that big thing all hard?" Before I could think of a suitable answer, he went on, "It'll have to wait ... let's go out again!" As ever, the boy is in charge! "Ok. Tell you what, put those lovely sexy shorts on, and a shirt as well, an' we'll go to the Bois and I'll take some pictures of you." "Great ... an' maybe tomorrow you can take some of me wanking!" Francois smirked broadly as he swung off the bed. "It'll be great fun!" Of course, I would have been pleased to do that then and there, but he clearly wanted to go out. His orgasm had been enjoyed so much that his sexual hunger had disappeared and at least for the next few hours, I knew that any advance I made would be rebuffed. Finding his clothes, he slid into his trunks and pulled on those incredible cut-down jeans. "I've got a better shirt than that!" he told me indicating his starry vest. Turning to a cupboard, he pulled out a check shirt which he started to put on. Quickly, I went over and stopped him doing up the buttons. Happy, he let me do what I wanted so I left the shirt almost wide open, tying up the bottom round his waist, leaving quite a gap between it and his shorts. Perhaps he had never dressed like that before but when he stood in front of a mirror and saw the effect, he was very pleased - so was I for he looked quite incredible like that! "Get dressed then!" he ordered. "Ok, but my clothes are rather wet you know!" I retrieved them and followed by him, went to my room where I found dry replacements. I could hardly dress up as he did: as it was, I knew that he would certainly get looked at in the streets and not just by other boy-lovers! It was nearly 4 o'clock but after the heat of the day, the late afternoon was sweltering. En route, his animated conversation was about anything and everything - except sex - but I was more than happy to chat with him, as it could only strengthen our friendship and prevent him getting the idea I was after one thing only! It was not a very long walk to reach the Bois de Boulogne and we soon found ourselves seeking out a relatively secluded spot eventually finding ourselves one of those delightful curly wrought iron benches almost hidden under some trees. "Take some photos!" Francois ordered grabbing my arm and pushing me away from him. In the past he had always posed well for me so I was happy to do whatever he wanted, but that afternoon, he excelled himself! Of course, his shirt was soon removed and after taking some of him with his shorts hanging wide open, he took them off to pose in his yellow swimming trunks. He soon began to stroke the front of them, wickedly smiling at me as I snapped away, his actions soon producing the inevitable effect! "Is it safe here?" he asked as I knelt down to take a close up of his trunks. I simply nodded and, after glancing round briefly, he pulled down the front to free his erection. I wanted to kiss it but contented myself with simply taking a few shots, standing up again to take one or two of him full length, whilst he wanked sexily - if rather nervously! "Pull those up!" I ordered, "We can't be too careful, anyone could catch us, it's too public here!" He nodded and after pulling his trunks up, he somehow managed to pull his obscenely tight shorts round his hips. "Come on, I'm thirsty again ... let's find a cafe." he ordered. Also in need of refreshment I draped his shirt over his shoulders before leading the way back over the Peripherique to find a suitable place. Although his erection had now subsided, he was then very keen to talk about sex, his chatter now not about girls and what I had done to them (or so he thought!) but what he did with his school friends and now me. "It was really great wanking you ... an' when you sucked me!" he told me as we finally slumped into two seats on the terrace of the first Cafe we found. But, the looks we then got from our nearest neighbours made me blush and I had to whisper to him not to be so obvious! "I think they're American tourists and they can understand everything you say!" "Stupid Yank cunts!" he said rather loudly, determined that they should hear! "What's it to do with them They're just stupid Yanks!" After ordering a beer for me and a Diabolo Menthe for him, we relaxed, the bored waiter soon bringing them over to us. As we drank, I told him, "I've got something for you ... I'm sure you'll like it!" My free day had been partially spent touring the shops in the rue St Denis and I had eventually found just what I wanted from what was on sale. "What?" His eyes lit up, "Have you got a condom to show me? ... you said you would show all of us at school!" "No ... I'll buy some somewhere to show you ... you'll have to wait!" He frowned but for the moment, I was pleased to be teasing my young friend for one thing I knew about him was the pleasure he got from the simplest gift - it would be my own pleasure later to give him something I don't think he even thought existed! In fact, so keen was he on what I had for him, that he was very quickly insisting we return home. "Wait, je dois pisser!" I told him, as ever my attempts at French making him laugh. "D'accord, but be quick!" Going through the cafe and down the stairs to the loo, I did what I had to but of course, what I was looking for was a special machine! It was there and a purchase was made! I rushed back to join Francois, who was by then very impatient to get back home. Somehow, I managed to stop him running all the way and when we were finally in the lift, he realised again how hot a day it was! In his flat, Francois noticed something and looking horrified, disappeared into his bedroom. Surprised, I want into the lounge where I found his father, looking rather distressed. He was pleased to see me and quickly explained. It seemed that his wife's visit to Lyon had been caused by the illness of her mother: on her arrival, she had found that Francois' Grandmother was very much worse than imagined and that he really ought to go to join his wife. He explained, that in a way, my visit was useful to them all and would I mind looking after his son for rest of the weekend? He was very apologetic but I was almost dazed by this turn of events! Assuring him that all would be all right, he relaxed slightly, explaining that as previously arranged, Anne-Marie would be there to cook a decent meal each evening if we wanted and that he would probably be back on Monday and could be more of a host then. All this was marvellous news to me and I willingly fell in with his plan, explaining how easy it was to look after Francois during the daytime - there was so much in Paris I could show him! As we chatted, it wasn't long before Francois appeared, now having changed into the red satin shorts he had worn the previous evening and with his shirt now decently buttoned up. After he and his father greeted each other with a warm hug, I excused myself as father started to explain to his son what was happening, taking the chance to rescue my damp clothes from our earlier game, doing what Francois had suggested and taking them to Claire, the maid, who managed to understand my explanation as to why they were wet, reassuring me that they would be no bother to deal with. Returning to the lounge, I found Francois looking perhaps a bit sad at what his father had told him, but as he later told me over dinner, he never was certain about his Gran: he loved her for what she was supposed to be, not for herself. It didn't take his father long to appear with his small overnight bag, explaining that he intended to drive down to Lyon and so should set off as soon as possible. Then he explained that he had planned to take Francois & me to a restaurant for dinner and that he had already telephoned to tell them the party would be just two. Although I protested (not too much!) he forced me to accept a small wad of FF100 notes! It was to have been his treat he insisted, "With respect John ... school teachers don't earn much do they?" I accepted, but behind him, Francois was winking at me conspiratorially! After kissing his son good-bye, he set off and for the moment Francois & I stood there facing each other, a smirk slowly spreading over his face. "What have you got for me then?" he asked, putting his head on one side and looking at me in a most appealing way. "Is it really safe to show you?" I asked, "When does Claire go?" "Why? What is it?" "Stay there!" I left him and went to my room to find the video I had brought. But hardly had I pulled it from my bag than he was there with me, scrambling over my bed to get closer to me. When he saw it, his reaction was just what I had expected: although it was only the packaging, he had clearly never seen anything like it. I had known from our chats at school that neither he nor his friends had ever seen any real pornography and this I felt would be quite an eye opener for him! "Merde ... does it really ... ?" he looked from the package up at me, "Does it really show people fucking? Properly? You know!" Nodding, I told him, "Of course it does ... an' I think you'll like this film more than some you can get 'cos it shows lots of men spunking up!" "Shit!" He was quite astounded by the idea. "Really?" "Course it does ... but lots of fucking as well!" "But where did you get it ... did you bring it with you?" "No, I brought it here in Paris, just for you!" "Fantastic!" he smiled happily, "You must show me where so I can buy some more!" "No chance of that ... they wouldn't let you in! But there's lots of shops that sell things like this all round Paris, I'll show you some tomorrow!" "Great! Let's go and watch it then!" "Where's the video-machine?" "In my bedroom ... come on!" he grabbed my hand and started to drag me to his room. "What about Claire?" I asked en route, "We don't want her disturbing us!" But almost on cue, she emerged from the kitchen, clearly about to go. As he tried to hide the film, she spoke to Francois briefly before shaking my hand and saying 'au-revoir', finally slipping through the front-door! "Great ... we've got the place to ourselves until Anne-Marie turns up to cook for us tomorrow evening!" Leading the way into his bedroom, he went over to what I thought was just a cupboard, but sliding back a panel he revealed a large TV set and a video recorder by it. After switching everything on, he tore open the package and managed to extract the cassette which he slid into the recorder. Adjusting the controls, he quickly had it running and as it started, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back onto his bed. I wanted to cuddle him as we lay there watching but Francois was too keen on seeing just what would appear on the screen in front of us! The first few seconds of the film had Francois quite stunned, more astonished than I've ever seen a boy his age! But then, it was showing in close-up a well-hung man slowly but solidly fucking his girl-friend! That didn't last long for he soon pulled his cock free and after just two strokes of his fist, he sprayed his sperm over her! If that was not enough for Francois, the next sequence showed a girl performing fellatio on another lucky man! Again, it didn't take long for him to reach his climax and after squirting his first spurt into her mouth, he withdrew and sprayed her face with his juice! "Merde! C'est fantastique!" Francois muttered, looking round at me quite amazed at what he was seeing! "I told you it'd be good!" I whispered as I pulled him closer, my hand closing over the front of his shorts and squeezing firmly. As expected, he was already stiff inside them and I knew he would soon be needing another orgasm, one I would be very happy to give him! "That's really sexy!" he told me, "I've never really seen a girl's cunt before!" "Well, there's lots to come yet!" "Did you really buy this here?" I nodded, "But ... where?" He was bemused by the concept but of course, as he tried to express his thoughts his eyes were back on the TV, this fuck done from behind, the girl's pussy spread wide open! "There's lots of shops that sell these ... dozens of films!" "You must get some more! Where from though?" As he spoke, the man withdrew his throbbing cock as he reached his climax. Even I was surprised by the quantity of what he shot over her pussy, but Francois was stupefied. "Go on, wank me off now!" he demanded, looking at me quite desperately, so aroused was he by what he was seeing. "Ok, stand up you sexy boy an' I'll see what I can do for you!" With my help, he did so and reaching out, I grasped his hips and pulled his shorts and trunks down in one go, allowing his very stiff cock to stand up freely. There was only one thing to do so I closed my mouth over him, taking his hot cock into my mouth so that I could start some serious fellation. It was wonderful for me and for him as well - Francois grasped my head and pushed his cock at me - I knew though that he was looking over me towards the erotic scenes on his TV. His moans soon joined the film's dubbed soundtrack and I knew that it could not be long before he came. But for me, the pleasure was immense as I savoured his hard cock as it moved in & out of my mouth, my tongue working all round it as I tried to excite him as much as I could. As I sucked, my hands clung to his warm bottom, helping to move his body back and forwards but that too was fantastic for me, his warm smooth skin needing to be caressed. My actions and the sexy scenes he was watching rapidly took effect and quickly, he yelled my name loudly as his hips pushed his cock hard at me. His penile throbs were strong indeed and his general bodily movements showed just how powerful his climax was. My young lover panted noisily for some time, his last sigh long and drawn out, being the vocal accompaniment to a very much stronger throb in his cock. I just held him still, licking his glans as he relished the feelings flooding his body. The only thing *wrong* was that his pleasure had been increased by what he was watching, but that didn't really matter, for as ever, I simply obtained my pleasure from giving a boy like him an orgasm. As it was his third of the day, I was not surprised when he quickly pushed me from his cock. At close-quarters, it now looked very red and sore: grasping it, I tugged his foreskin up then, as he simply held my head, I pressed my face against him, gently kissing him as I held him tightly. But after a while, he pulled me up and now ignoring the sexy scene on his TV, he smiled contentedly at me. As I hugged him close, he whispered his thanks in my ear. "That was the best yet John! You really make me feel good when you suck my cock!" "Huh!" I smiled at him, "It's all that disgusting screwing on the telly that's got you so worked up, you sexy boy!" The scene on the TV was one I hardly expected: a youth perhaps only 18 was screwing a rather pretty girl who I would have sworn was only about 13! Even Francois found it surprising! "She's too young to screw isn't she?" He asked as he gawped at the sight of her now starting to suck her partner's rather large dick. "Well ... I suppose she's 14 or so, but no one's too young for sex! You're only 12 and you seem to like it!" "Mais oui ... but it's different with you." I gently pulled him back onto the bed and as we snuggled closely together, I asked, "Why is it different?" "Parce-que tu m'aimes, n'est-ce pas?" He blushed slightly but I was overwhelmed. "Suppose so ... what about you?" "Yeah ... suppose so!" Francois looked at me with a very serious expression for a moment, but then grinned, "If I didn't, I wouldn't let you wank me off or suck me!" "Well, I love you an' I would even if we didn't do sexy things together!" I wanted to kiss him but he was now simply intent on the film, perhaps concentrating on it to avoid any embarrassment about his confession of the love he felt for me. "Come on you ... time to go and have dinner!" I slid off the bed and walked over to the TV. Finding the controls I turned off the video, "We'll see the rest later if you're a good boy Francois!" "Fuck you!" He swore, a little annoyed I think! "I wanted to watch that!" "Later." Going back to him, I pulled him to his feet and then, crouching down, I gave his still very hard cock a quick kiss before pulling his trunks and shorts up. "Get dressed." I ordered as I stood up, "I'm hungry now ... and not just for you!" He smiled as he adjusted his clothes so I added, "We'll go and have a meal, then come back here and if you've been a good boy, we'll watch the rest of the film and I might," I stared hard at him, moving my face closer to his so that our noses almost touched, "I might just wank you off or suck you if you're a really good boy!" "You'd better ... shall we sleep together?" he asked, "In your bed though as mine's too small for two people!" "Of course, but on one condition!" "What's that?" "Well ... if I suck you off, will you suck mine as well?" "Until you spunk up?" For a moment or two, he looked quite horrified at the idea and I was about to but in a tell him that it didn't matter. But his expression quickly changed to a sexy smirk, "Ok ... why not?" "Good boy!" I pulled him to me and for a few brief moments we held each other, not kissing but simply happy to be there with each other. When we separated, I kissed him on the forehead and ordered, "Come on, time to go!" He wrinkled his nose at me but then nodded, "D'accord ... I'm hungry now!" Before leaving the flat, I went to my room for a light jacket as well as my wallet. Also, I found the restaurant card that Francois' father had given me and glancing at it, I realised that it might be a bit too formal for us. So, I explained the problem to him and suggested that if I put some more smart clothes on, there would then be no problem. Francois agreed so I went off to change as quickly as I could. On my return to the hall, I blinked in surprise when I saw what he was doing. Leaning against a console table, his hand was in his shorts Francois playing with himself quite seriously. "At it again!" I went over to him and pulled his hand out, "Can't it wait until we get back!" But one thing I could see was that what he had been doing had taken effect for his shorts bulged very awkwardly and being so tight, quite uncomfortably! Gently I now pulled him to the front door, making sure I had the key before letting it close. In the lift, my attempted grope of his shorts was rejected, Francois telling me to wait until later. At the ground floor, we changed places in the lift with two people, a boy and obviously his mother - but what a boy! A bit older than Francois, he was very beautiful and being dressed almost as sexily as my lover was, I could hardly help turning round to eye him up! That was not missed by Francois who squeezed my hand. "Do you want to wank him off as well?" he asked in a very neutral tone. "I'm sure he'd let you!" "Maybe!" I tried not to sound too interested! "That was Jean-Luc, he's 13 an' lives upstairs ... we've wanked each other! He's good at it, but not as good as you are!" "Oh have you?" I asked as we set off for the Metro, "Can he spunk up yet?" "Last time we did each other, he couldn't but I met him last week and he says he can now and he wanted to know when we could do it again!" "Sounds great ... at least you've got someone to play with here as well as at school! Apart from me that is!" "Yeah!" Francois grinned sexily, "Anyway, next week I'm gonna wank him off!" Stopping, he turned to me and making me bend down slightly, he whispered, "His cock's not as big as yours but it's much bigger than Peter's!" "Great ... I'm sure he loves having you play with it!" We walked on, soon descending into the Metro where of course it was too dangerous to talk about sexual things: Francois now understanding when I pointed out that lots of people spoke English as well as he did! As expected, the restaurant was quite a grand place but Francois clothes did not seem to cause too much panic - one waiter obviously guessed our relationship and we were soon exchanging almost knowing smiles with each other! The meal was superb and I was reluctant to go, but eventually settling the bill with the money Francois' father had forced on me we left, well satisfied. Considering where we were, I decided that we should walk for a bit, Francois not liking that at all until I pointed out that I could show him some shops were films were on sale. Crossing the river, we walked past Notre Dame before crossing over to the Hotel de Ville. From there, it was no distance to the rue St Denis and the porno shops! I couldn't take him into any of them but what he could see of the wares on offer made him very excited, although he was sensible enough not to get too silly in public. Further up the road, the prostitutes were also new thing for him, but he found them all a bit silly - I think he'd always have preferred his school friends - or me! I did go into one shop though to buy two further presents, a magazine (one containing the youngest girls I could find) as well as a pack of pornographic playing cards. For me, a tube of KY was purchased, as I was hopeful that it might just prove useful! Luckily his gifts were all well wrapped up but it was all I could do to stop him from inspecting them as we stood waiting for our train! When we finally emerged from our local Metro, it was getting dark and so I felt it was no problem to grasp his hand as we walked home. At first he rejected me, but then he seemed to realise the meaning of such a gesture and allowed that sign of our recently declared love. He fell silent though and it wasn't until I had closed the front door behind us that he came to life again, smiling happily at me before allowing an protracted hug. "There's a good boy Francois!" I whispered through his soft hair into his ear, "It's been great so far today, you're really lovely aren't you?" "I bet I love you more than you love me!" He muttered, blushing as he did so. "Who cares?" Squeezing him firmly, I asked, "What do you want to do now?" "Let's," he hesitated, "I dunno!" But then he remembered the package he had been carrying and picking it up, began to tear the wrappings off. When he saw the cards, he smiled but the magazine was much more interesting to him and he was soon flicking through the pages as he ogled the girls in it. "This is really sexy ... thanks!" Turning a page, he pointed to one girl, "Look at that! I'd love to fuck her!" "I'm not surprised!" I moved closer and pressed the front of his shorts: he was already hard inside them! "That feels nice, hard enough to screw her properly Francois! I'm sure you'd both love doing it!" He moved back from me. "Not now!" Then, handing me the magazine he said, "I need a shit now ... put all this on my bed and then go and make some coffee!" Turning, he ran off to the loo at the far end of the corridor that led from the front hall. So, doing as commanded, I went into his bedroom, before going into my own room where I hid the KY amongst my things. Quite thirsty after our meal, I then went into the kitchen to make some coffee. Returning to the lounge with the things, I waited for my lovely boy friend who surprisingly enough seemed to be taking ages over his visit to the loo! When he appeared, I asked, "Where've you been? Have you been wanking again?" Easing himself into the armchair with me, he grinned, "No! I felt like it, but with you here there's no point is there?" "I should think not ... coffee?" "Mmmm ... get me some!" "Lazy!" I told him as I managed to ease myself out of the chair. After pouring him a cup, I slid down beside him, very pleased when he crossed a nearly bare leg over mine. For a moment or so we sipped our coffee, but I finished mine quickly, keen to resume my gentle caressing of his lovely body. Francois didn't care at all as my hand fell to his thigh and as I stroked him there, he simply sighed. "That's nice ... it really makes me feel sexy!" He gave me one of his wicked grins but for the moment, I made no effort to move my hand onto his shorts. But I could see that what I was doing was having the intended effect and his clothes must soon have been very uncomfortable for him! "Here ... I've finished this!" He gave me his empty cup, "Put it on the table!" "I'm not your slave!" I retorted but did as asked, easing myself out of the armchair once more. That in fact gave Francois chance to stand up and adjust his shorts. "That's better." he smiled again, "I've left my trunks off now ... it'll make it easier for you to sex me up!" "I've no idea what you mean!" I replied as I slid back into the chair, pulling Francois so that now, both of his legs were across mine. I could see that he was once more fully erect, but again I made no effort to touch him. As my fingers began to play over his very smooth thigh, he almost shyly asked, "Do you really love me?" "Of course I do!" "Me too!" He grasped my hand and pulled it to the front of his shorts, pressing firmly so that I could feel just how aroused he was. "But not just for this though!" He looked a bit confused so all I did was to move my head closer to his and kiss him gently on the forehead. Sliding my hand back to his bare thigh, I whispered, "An' that's not the only reason I love you Francois ... you're a really special boy in all ways you know!" "Am I?" He was a bit surprised but then he sniggered, "But this is best, isn't it!" And once more, he pulled my hand onto his bulging shorts - this time, I let it stay there, pleased to be able to stroke his firm young erection through the thin layer of satin! "There ... that feels nice ... nice an' sexy!" "Mmmm, it's great ... I love being played with like that ... it's almost better than wanking!" I didn't bother to reply, merely closing my lips over his for a very long and very passionate kiss. As we did so, my hand simply pressed his shorts as I didn't want yet to fondle his cock properly, let alone wank him! When we separated, Francois gave a contented smile. "Wank me off, you've got me really horny now!" His tone demonstrated the truth of that but I wanted to get him even more excited so I shook my head and whispered, "No! Not yet my sexy boy!" But, I did grasp his cock through his shorts and began almost to wank him through the thin material. "That's nice ... really great!" he sighed, "Shall we go to bed? Let's go and lie on your bed, then you can wank me off again, can't you!" "Ok ... stand up!" I eased him to his feet, amazed by the sight of his shorts inches from my face. There was only one thing to do - as I reached behind to grasp his legs, Francois moved so that he was able to rub himself against my face. He sighed but I was also enjoying the feel of his very stiff cock pressed against my face through the thin material. However, nice as that was, it wasn't enough for either of us and I was soon pulling his shorts down. As I did so, his dick was pulled down with them and when it was finally freed, it jerked into an upright position, knocking against me as it did so! It almost hurt but I didn't care as I was instantly nuzzling him again, my hands grasping his naked buttocks to move him about sexily. It was just great, the only danger being that he might find it so exciting that he might come - but even if he did, he would love it! "Oh, John ... love you!" he murmured softly, holding my head to his body as he relished this new way of cuddling. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but I knew that if I opened my mouth, it could only be to take his cock between my lips and for the moment, I didn't want even to do that! But it wasn't long before he pushed me away, and tugging up his shorts, he ordered, "Come on ... let's go to bed!" He turned and ran as best as he could from the room. I followed, but although I was keen to get into bed with him, I was conscious of the fact that I was in charge of the flat! So, lights were turned out and in the front- hall I made sure that the front door was firmly locked. Then I impatiently rushed to my bedroom, ready now for some more fun with my incredibly sexy young partner. Inevitably, I found his clothes strewn over the floor, he stark naked in the middle of my bed, wanking slowly, playfully and obviously very enjoyably! "Come on ... do it to me now ... and I want to do you as well ... take your clothes off!" "D'accord!" I started to do so, closely watched by Francois, his fingers still working his foreskin up & down lasciviously as he waited for me to join him. Finally, when I sat on the bed to remove my socks, he leapt up and almost jumped on me, rubbing his cock against me as he started to grope my pants. "Get these off and let me play with it again!" he demanded. "Why the hurry?" I asked as I managed to shake him off and lean down to remove my socks. Naked, I lay back and as he watched, I pulled my pants off, throwing them aside as I swung round to snuggle up to him. Francois made no effort to resist when I wrapped my arms and legs round him and as I hugged him, our mouths met for a long and very satisfying kiss. "Merde!" he muttered when we finally separated, "That's nice ... but," his hand wormed its way between our bodies, "This is even nicer! It's all hard and hot ... very sexy!" "And yours!" I replied, moving my body slightly so that I was able to grasp his erection and give it a fond squeeze. "That's really lovely Francois!" "Not as nice an' sexy as yours!" As he spoke, he wriggled out of my embrace and slid down the bed slightly so that he could start to wank me a lot more seriously, something I already knew he was very skilled at! At the same time though, I knew he was doing what I always do - have a close-up long look at my partner's dick so as to impress it even more on my mind - for rainy winter nights! "That's good!" I was son whispering down at him, "You really are good at wanking aren't you Francois?" "Peut-etre!" He looked up and gave one of his sexiest grins, pleased at such a compliment. "An' are you as good at sucking as well?" I asked, hopeful of a suitable response! Francois nodded, "Shall I try it on you?" "Only if you want to!" I tried to sound not too interested, but I was very keen that he should try it - even to an orgasm if he was so willing. Happily his mind was quickly made up and after wrinkling his nose at me, he moved his head even closer to my erection and as he held it out from my body, gave it a soft kiss. That was fantastic enough but then he took the top of my cock into his mouth, moving his head up & down a few times as he started to suck me. Son lifting his head though, his expression was one of concern, "Was that all right? Did I suck it good?" "Fantastic! Do it some more Francois ... you're really great!" Pleased, he turned back to my cock, this time taking more of me into his mouth. All I could do was to lay there and enjoy it, unable to stop myself moaning at the wonderful feelings his little slippery tongue was soon giving me. Even more amazingly was the way he settled down to his task, moving slightly so that he was able more easily to move his head up & down. His hand held the base of my cock, perhaps to prevent me pushing it down his throat, but also wanking me slowly to give me even more pleasure! It was very exciting and I knew it was not going to take much of this to bring me off. But I knew I shouldn't come off in his mouth without his permission so when I felt myself getting close to my orgasm, I had to lift his head from me. "Hold it sexy!" I whispered, "Unless you want a mouthful!" He looked up and, wiping his lips on the back of his hand, muttered, "Not really!" but with a sexy grin though, he added, "But it's fun sucking you!" before hauling himself up the bed to lie by me once more. "That was really sexy Francois, your friends at school are lucky if you suck them like that ... but you've got me really worked up now!" I hugged him close and tried to kiss him He didn't allow that! "Well ... it's different with them ... apart from Peter, they can't spunk up yet so I don't mind doing it to them." He giggled, "I was doing it to Peter once in the loos at school an' he nearly came in my mouth, but I let go and it went over my jersey!" "Well, he can't shoot as much as I do so you'd better do it to him all the way ... next term! Then you'll know what it's like and you can do it to me then!" I grasped his cock but managed to stop him holding mine for the moment - I was still too close to my orgasm and wanted chance to relax a little first! But he was quite happy for me to turn my gentle stimulation of his cock into real wanking, quickly adjusting his position so that I could wank him with one hand whilst hugging him with my other arm. Now, he did allow me to kiss him and I could hardly believe the way his tongue was working in my mouth as I brought him closer and closer to his orgasm. When he pulled his tongue from my mouth, I could see that he was now far away, quite lost in his fast mounting erotic pleasure. It was quite pointless even to ask if he wanted to be sucked instead of being masturbated, all I had to do was continue to work on him until his cock throbbed in my fingers. That didn't take much longer and soon, with a long drawn out sigh, Francois was there. His body heaved, his hips pushed his jerking cock into my hand, his bottom bounced up & down on the bed as the waves of pleasure spread through his body. His cock throbbed a few more times, me now simply moving his silky soft foreskin up & down in slow sharp jerks and it seemed that even though he couldn't spunk up, if I treated his cock as if he could, his pleasure was increased further. Such obvious pleasure in a boy made me feel very happy - nothing can match that special pleasure of giving a boy an orgasm! When he was finally still, I hugged him tighter, cupping his genitals gently as I pressed his cock against his belly. He took some time to recover but I was happy to hold him like that. "Fucking hell!" he whispered, a grin spreading over his face. "That was really great! You really make my dick feel good when you wank it like that!" He wrinkled his nose affectionately, "It was great ... thanks!" Kissing him softly on the nose, I stared deeply into his pale blue eyes, "It was great for me Francois ... I should thank you for letting me do all this with you, I've wanted to do it for a long time you know!" That puzzled him, "But that's silly ... why didn't you ask? I would have let you ... most of us in the Wankers-Club at school - did you know that's what we call ourselves?" I shook my head as he carried on, "Most would let you wank them off: Peter Jenkins said you wanted to do it ages ago an' when you asked him to prove he could spunk up, he nearly did it whilst you watched!" "That would've been just great!" He giggled, "I think he wanted you to do it ... but," he leaned over me and kissed me softly, "when he showed you his spunk, I'd wanked him to make him shoot them for you!" He was proud of that but I was jealous! "Well, I couldn't just ask you!" I couldn't really explain so I simply told him, "If you wanted me to do, we've got lots of time to make up!" Before he could reply, I had closed my lips over his and we were soon wrapping our arms round each other as our kiss became even more passionate. As our legs tangled up, I could feel my erection pressing firmly against him, but also his cock was pressed against me - delightful! I knew that he probably wanted to wank me off, but I just wanted to hug him and reach my orgasm wrapped up in his arms. I felt it would be something new for him and I knew that it could not be explained before hand, but should simply happen as we cuddled. Sure enough, he soon lifted his head as he tried to slide a hand between us to reach for my cock. "Let me get at it so I can wank you off now!" he demanded quite seriously before adding, "I've got to do you now, to say thanks for doing it to me so sexily!" He sighed, "That really was a great wank ... the best ever!" "Good! It was fun doing it for so lovely a boy as you Francois, but why don't we just cuddle like this, you've already got me really worked up!" Before he could reply, I started to kiss him and I suppose he thought I wasn't ready to come off just yet! Either way, he didn't mind and relaxed against me. "There, that's a good sexy boy!" I began to stroke him even more actively discovering again just how amazing his body was. His back was covered in soft down, his upper arms smooth but his forearms quite hairy! Further down, his bottom was easily one of the smoothest I've ever caressed, smooth as marble, but marble that gave to my gentle touch, warm and simply amazing! Inevitably, my fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and it wasn't long before they were probing between his soft cheeks, Francois giving no indication that he objected in any way. But by then, I was too worked up to think about what I was doing or even take things further. Somehow, I managed to disengage my lips from his and the smile he gave me showed very clearly that he knew that I was now very worked up and was close to my own orgasm. "Sexy man!" he whispered, "Come on then ... spunk up ... I know you want to John!" His words were quite amazing, not just in what they were but the way they were said, Francois showing how much in love he was, not just with me but also the idea of making love with someone else. I was soon there and as we cuddled my cock started to throb as my sperm shot out between our bodies. I moaned loudly, hanging onto him tightly, for I was quite lost in the fantastic pleasure I was getting from the situation. Francois didn't mind at all simply rubbing his body against my cock as it continued to throb and squirt out my love-juice. "There ... that's a good sexy man ... you're making me all wet, it's really great though!" he lifted his head to look down at me but I was really too lost in the incredible feelings still flooding my body. But I did manage to whisper, "Francois ... oh Francois ... I love you!" before he placed his lips on mine for another kiss. That was an incredible addition to the wonderful sensations I was already getting from such a fantastic climax, but also there was the fact that he was trying to make it even sexier for me. Francois was fast learning (if he hadn't by then learnt it with his school-friends) about the psychological enjoyment that could be got by giving someone else sexual pleasure. But I was too lost to philosophise, content to hold my young lover in my arms as my body gradually became still. As I relaxed, I was able again to resume my stroking of his lovely warm body, bliss indeed. Eventually, he lifted his head and gave a wicked smile, "That was good wasn't it? Very sexy! Did you want to spunk up like that?" "Of course ... it was great ... really fantastic Francois!" I tried to hug him tighter to me but then, he successfully managed to disentangle himself so that he could look down at what I imagined would be quite a mess! "T'es degueulasse!" he told me with a broad smile, "That's disgusting ... wicked!" "Well," I looked down: my hairs were quite matted but much more exciting to see was the mess I'd made over his glabrous body. "You made me come really sexily ... lucky you wanked me this afternoon or it would've been much more than that!" Francois rubbed his hand over my wet belly and inspected his hand closely, "I wish I could do that ... it'd be more fun if I could, wouldn't it?" "It'd be great ... but just being together like this is great isn't it Francois?" I pulled him to me, happy to lie there with him pressed up against me, despite us both being rather wet and sticky. But after such a powerful orgasm, I was even more content simply to go to sleep there with him and it didn't take long for us to fall off in each other's arms. ======= Next morning, Francois asleep by my side seemed even more beautiful and as memories of what had happened the previous day filled my mind, I could hardly believe it was all happening and that I had such a beautiful boy by my side. Letting him sleep on, I carefully climbed from the bed and went to my bathroom. A quick crap and then I was able to shave and quickly rinse out my mouth so that our first kiss would not be spoiled! Looking back into him, Francois still seemed to be asleep, so I turned the shower on and climbed under it. But before I could get round to washing my hair, the plastic curtain was pushed aside and I was joined by Francois. Still more than half asleep, he managed to whisper his greeting but as I tried to cuddle him, he simply leaned against me, almost needing my embrace to hold him up. With one hand I turned off the spray, then holding him even more firmly against my wet body. We stood there for some time, so much so that I soon began to shiver! Finally, he wriggled out of my arms and, more awake now, smiled, "It was great last night ... do you still love me John?" "Of course I do ... what a silly question!" I was about to turn the shower back on but Francois pushed back the curtain before stepping out of the shower. "I need a piss!" There was only one thing to do so I quickly moved to stand behind him, reaching for his dick as he aimed it at the bowl. With an amused laugh, he allowed me to hold him as he pissed - quite a fast, copious flow! When he had finished, I shook off the last droplets but didn't let go, already slowly moving his foreskin up & down as I started to masturbate his still flaccid cock. "That's very nice ... but not now!" he soon murmured, pulling my hand from his cock - just as it was starting to stand up for me! "Spoil-sport!" I retorted. "No I'm not ... let's have a shower!" He wriggled away from me and very quickly we were cuddling under the spray, Francois insisting that we simply wash. He was as fastidious as ever not even worrying when I watched him carefully soap and then rinse off, his tight little arse. I wanted to do that, but was still a bit wary of showing too much interest in that part of his body! Having helped each other to wash our hair, we were soon drying off and back in my bed-room, I pulled out my hair-drier so that we could assist each other that way as well. All the time, he resisted any effort I made to touch him, but that didn't seem to stop him from touching my own cock from time to time - he was fascinated by it, as much when flaccid as when standing up ready for some real fun. Almost on cue, his stomach rumbled loudly! "Right then, let's get dressed and get something for breakfast ... is what's her name going to turn up this morning?" "Non ... we'll have to get something ourselves." As he spoke, he watched me starting to dress and although some of his clothes were on the floor of my room, he made no effort to put any of them on, merely fondling his cock, deliberately I think to show off in front of me! I ignored him until I was dressed but then, before he knew what I was doing, I pushed him back onto the bed and, kneeling between his legs, lowered my face to his groin. For the first time really that day, he allowed me to do what I wanted and I quickly had his half-hard cock in my mouth. All I wanted to do was to suck him off and that I proceeded to do, soon moving my head up & down at an ever increasing rate as I played my tongue round his glans. To help in this erotic stimulation, my hands played all round his thighs and his young balls before moving under his body to grasp his bottom, able then to move him up & down as I sucked away. I knew it was to be a *quickie* but I knew that he'd enjoy it and of course, being young, this early morning orgasm wouldn't prevent him from enjoying further orgasms later in the day. Perhaps even quicker than I would have thought, I felt him reach his orgasm. As he moaned my name, his hot cock throbbed a few times so keeping my head still, I simply allowed his hips to push his cock up at me, my tongue continuing to lick him as erotically as I could. It was a nice way to start the day, even though his orgasm had been nowhere as powerful as the ones I had given him the previous day! When he was still, I lifted my head and managed to lift myself so that I was kneeling on the edge of the bed over him. Perhaps surprisingly, he was lying with his head on one side, eyes tightly closed as he enjoyed the fading pleasures of his climax. After a few seconds though, he opened his eyes and smiled at me. "Dirty sod!" He muttered as he lifted himself up and tried to throw himself at me. I was happy with his game as he then put on a mock look of anger. "Always sucking my cock you dirty old man!" "Why not? It's a very tasty cock ... an' it just loves being sucked doesn't it?" "Mais oui!" His frown turned to a smile, "That was great ... really sexy!" "Good ... all I want is that you enjoy all that we do together!" Our inane chatter was interrupted by grumble from his stomach. "Come on then!" I slid off the bed and pulled him to his feet, "Get some clothes on and we'll eat!" "What shall I wear? Do you want me to wear my cut-down jeans again?" "If you want, but what other shorts have you got?" "Viens!" Grabbing my hand, he dragged me off to his bedroom where he pulled open a drawer and began to pull out some clothes. Very quickly I saw the item I felt he should wear. Holding them up, I told him, "Put these on ... I bet you look really sexy in them!" he nodded his agreement so I added, "An' some proper under- pants as well!" He grinned as he pulled out a white pair - just what I prefer although I couldn't have told him so! Very brief in themselves they made him look very sexy when he pulled them on! I promised myself that he would be photographed in them, and then out of them, before the day was out! Handing him the shorts, I was even more pleased by the effect when he had eased them over his slim hips; they were of white cotton, probably for football or something, with two blue stripes down the sides and ending in a V-shaped cut- away notch. Really quite incredible and I soon saw that he had realised the effect they had on me, Francois posturing almost obscenely as he invited me to inspect him. "Very good ... very sexy ... but what about a shirt or something? It's gonna be another hot day so what've you got that's suitable?" He turned back to his drawers, quickly pulling out a vest which he pulled on. Basically white, it had two stripes across the middle, sleeveless and tight, it only just reached his shorts which it very well complemented: to say he looked absolutely stunning would be to undervalue the effect he had on me. I moved closer, kissed him softly and whispered, "You look lovely ... really beautiful Francois!" "Don't be so silly!" he wriggled away, "Breakfast time ... give me some money and I'll go to the boulangerie for some croissants ... make some coffee as I shan't be long!" We wandered out into the front-hall where, having given him a few 10f notes, he kissed me quite lovingly before slipping out through the front door. Almost unable to believe the situation I was in, I had to force myself to get on with things! First, a trip to my room to tidy up, taking his clothes into his room, where I simply put them on his bed after taking an appreciative sniff at each item! Remembering the video, I set it to rewind whilst I went for the various things I'd given him, all to be hidden from the maid should she (or any of the family) suddenly appear. Finally, to the kitchen where the coffee-maker was set to work. That gave me chance to go back to his room to turn off the video- recorder before waiting his return. He took longer than I would have thought, but we were eventually sitting round the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating the very fresh croissants. As we ate, we discussed what to do that day and how we would spend the rest of my stay with him. Francois was a very intelligent boy and realised that we would have to be careful with either Claire or Anne-Marie about or, when they returned, his parents. "They'd go mad if they knew what we've done!" he giggled, but then seriously added, "But why shouldn't we have fun? They wouldn't really care about what I do at school with other boys so why are you different?" "Because I'm older as well as being your teacher!" "That's no reason." he complained, "I wanted to try it with you ... I told you, you should've asked me a long time ago, when you started talking sexy back at school!" "Well, we've got some time to make up then haven't we?" He ignored my question simply continuing his line of thought. "An' if I wanted to do sexy things with you, why should anyone stop me? Mr Howard said we should never let any adult do anything to us ... but," he seemed lost for words for a moment, "I don't see that it matters who I have fun with does it?" "Not really, I think what he meant was that he thinks an adult might try to force you into doing something you didn't want to ... but," time for the crunch, "you know it's against the law for us to do what we've done ... I could get into trouble, especially back in England!" "That's really stupid!" He was suddenly quite angry, "I wanted to do everything we've done together! I've done it with other boys, so what's the problem?" "Most people don't understand you know!" "Well, that's their problem ... stupid cunts!" He stood up and came round to me and with a wicked grin crossing his face, grasped my hand and held it to the front of his shorts. "There, that's what I want, whenever you want it as well!" He sat down, grinning at me contentedly. I was happy for it showed just how much he wanted to have fun with me and how much he enjoyed it: I knew that he wouldn't allow anyone to stop us being sexy together! Breakfast over, it was time to go out, the plan being to do some exploring, have lunch out and then, "We'll come back here for some more sexy fun!" he insisted, looking at me in a strange way! Although I could have easily taken him straight back to bed, I was happy to do whatever Francois wanted, especially as I wanted to put our relationship on a more solid footing, we weren't just sex- partners, but close friends as well as lovers. So that morning, we started by taking the Metro to Les Halles and then walked from there, Francois happy for me to show him his own city! It was amazing to me how he was coping with our relationship, my few words earlier that morning and the warning I had given the day before had shown him that we couldn't talk sex in public but nevertheless, he managed the occasional comment - especially when he saw a girl he fancied! That was nice, as he didn't seem to worry about being gay for what he did with me. Despite being with my own pretty boy-friend, I felt I knew Francois well enough by then not to have to ignore other boys we passed who I fancied! My glances hardly escaped his eagle eye and he was soon discretely asking if I fancied some passing beauty. He didn't seem to mind and eventually, his raised eyebrows simply received a nod from me, usually producing a grin from him in return. If we were sufficiently alone, he began to make whispered comments, usually indicating which boys he wouldn't mind sexing up as well! Reaching the top end of the Boul' Mich we sat at the cafe overlooking the roundabout for a much needed drink. If the previous day had been hot, that Saturday was even hotter and consequently, it had been no problem to suggest that he take his vest off. Francois was happy to do so, tying it round his waist before starting on his inevitable Diabolo. But as I started on my much-needed beer, his thoughts turned to photographs and although I had taken a few during the course of our stroll, he was much keener now to pose for me. That would be no problem, especially with the Jardin du Luxembourg just over the road, but for a while, I wanted simply to drink my demi! Despite having a fantastic, sexy boy with me, it was almost too hot for lecherous thoughts! Having paid for our drinks, I was about to allow him to drag me off to the gardens but I remembered a shop just round the corner that sold the limited amount of boy-porn then available in Paris. Without telling him just why, I managed to walk along there, only to discover that it was closed. However, I could see that they were certainly still selling appropriate material. Francois didn't quite understand but I knew that for the moment I couldn't tell him why I was looking into an almost deserted shop! "Allons-y!" he ordered, grabbing my arm and turning me towards the park. I followed, putting on a reluctant act, knowing that such an approach would make him even keener for a photographic session. In fact, the time we spent in the Jardin was well spent, Francois showing that as ever, he was food at posing. It was too public to go as far as he had the previous evening, but that did enable me to use up one complete film on him that could be taken into a suitable place for processing. So, after a while, we walked back down towards the river and, discovering a suitable shop, I went in to get the film printed whilst we had lunch. As we settled down to eat in a restaurant near St Severin, Francois asked me all about the shop we had looked in so I cautiously told him that it sold pictures, "Of boys your age, like the ones I've been taking of you." Looking round, he leaned over and whispered, "Sexy ones as well?" "Not any more ... that's also against the law!" "Merde! Why?" Something I could hardly explain over lunch! "Ask me later ... anyway, do you like this place? I often come in here when I'm in Paris." He snarled at my switch in conversation, but as usual, his intelligence showed and he allowed the talk to change to more neutral topics. After lunch, we picked up the photos, he as keen as I was to see them. All in all, I was rather pleased. "You're really very good at modelling Francois, these are superb!" "Mais oui! That's because I'm so good looking ... an' sexy as well!" "And modest!" I steered him along towards the Metro station but it was only when we arrived on the platform that he asked where we were now going. "Home ... don't you remember what we planned this morning?" He looked vacant for a moment or two, but then a slow smile spread over his face. He whispered something, his words drowned by the noise of our train arriving. On it, I was about to sit down when Francois pushed me in the other direction. My incredible boy- friend had seen what I hadn't! Sitting almost on his own was a very handsome boy aged about 13 and as Francois plonked himself next to this beauty, all I could do was to push past an old man and sit opposite them! Francois' grin said everything and I felt he would have asked the boy to join us if he had really thought of the idea. Asking to see the photos again, I passed them over to him and as he slumped back to browse through them, I felt he made quite sure that his neighbour had a good view as well. What's more, I could see that in his excessively tight shorts, Francois was already getting stiff. Quite a sight in itself but looking at his neighbour, I could see that he too was getting aroused inside his own multi-coloured shorts! Francois found the whole thing rather amusing, even rubbing his hand over his shorts when he was certain he was being looked at by his neighbour, that boy blushing when he looked up at me! Luckily for my sanity, he climbed to his feet when the train arrived at the Javel station, his shorts not quite hiding the fact that he was seriously erect! Moving over to sit in his place, I whispered to Francois, "That was very naughty!" "Who cares? Did you fancy him?" I felt that he had spoken too loudly but luckily, no one near us spoke English well enough to understand him! But either way, I blushed, Francois finding my embarrassment rather amusing! We were soon at his station from where, in the heat of the early afternoon, it was a mercifully short walk to his block of flats. Happily, when the lift door opened Francois' friend appeared, accompanied by, presumably, his father. They greeted Francois and nodded to me before going out through the main door. As we started upwards, Francois giggled and turning his back to me rubbed his bottom against me. "Would you like to wank him off? We can find out if he really can spunk up yet!" "That'd be great fun," I attempted to grope the front of his shorts but he playfully moved away! "I bet he's not as good at wanking as you are!" "Or that boy on the Metro ... I bet he's got a big one!" Francois grinned, "You should have asked him to join us!" "Might have been fun ... but why? I've got you!" I told him as I opened his front-door: if I had been on my own perhaps I would have made an effort towards that rather appealing boy! Hardly were we in the flat when a face appeared from the kitchen: Anne-Marie was at home, much to Francois' annoyance. But she soon explained that she was preparing supper for us so that we could eat at any time and that she could go off and leave us in peace! As she returned to the kitchen, Francois looked at me and whispered, "Merde! I really need a wank now," he smirked, "No, you've got to suck me again!" "Well, we can't do anything just yet ... I don't suppose she'll be long!" I held his shoulders and moved my face close to his, "You'll just have to wait you sex maniac!" Pulling a face, Francois grasped the front of my trousers. "Hard already! Sexy man!" "No it's not, is your lovely thing nice an' hard?" I slid a hand down to his shorts but once more, he became playful and moved away from me. "Wait!" he looked round to the kitchen door rather nervously but realising that sexy games would have to wait, he almost sadly suggested, "Let's play some chess ... go in the ... what do you say ... le salon?" "Lounge I think!" "Oui ... go in the lounge, I'll get my set!" Although there was at least one thing I wanted to do rather than play chess, I was patient and did as asked. Francois soon rejoined me, carrying a board on which was a box - and the video! "We can't look at this now!" I said as I took it from him. "When she's gone ... then we can!" He took it back and knelt down to the video-recorder under the TV. Inserting it, he started the film going, pausing as soon as the picture appeared on the screen. "Move the table, let's play on the floor!" So sprawled out on the floor I attempted to play a serious game. The trouble was that Francois was extremely good at chess - school champion even - and I was too distracted by his appearance in those sexy white shorts! When he announced "Mate!", he looked up and seeing the way I was looking at him, he smirked and demanded, "What are you looking at? This?" He slid his hand into his shorts and managed to extricate his flaccid cock! "Very pretty ... but put it away! I'll suck it as soon as Anne- Marie's gone!" "Great!" he told me as managed to hide his lovely possession away. We started a second game and even though I tried very hard, he had the edge on me. Fortunately, Anne-Marie came in and announced that all was ready for us and that she was now going off home. I don't think he really listened to her, but he was polite enough to echo politely her final "Au-revoir." When the door slammed, he looked at me with what I was beginning to know all too well as his *hot* look, but after simply whispering, "Ok?" he put the chess-pieces back into the box. As I moved to sit on the sofa, he rolled over on the floor and reached for the pause control on the video-recorder. Standing up he came over to me and thrust his hips at me, giggling as he showed off like that! But I simply pulled him down onto my lap, hugging him affectionately as he relaxed into my arms. "There's a good boy, give me a kiss then!" With a grin, he moved his face to mine, but with a slight shake of his head, he wriggled his nose at me. "Why should I?" But he couldn't stop me and almost as my lips closed over his, he was relaxing into my arms for what turned into a very passionate kiss indeed. As we enjoyed it my hands roamed all over his body although as yet, I made no effort to touch more inviting parts, waiting for him to show his need and move my hand onto his erection! But the noises of passion coming from the film distracted him and he broke away from me to look round at the video! "That's nice ... really good!" he whispered as he watched again those first fuck scenes but it was only after a minute or so that he realised that he had seen some of this before! Rather puzzled, he asked, "Did you rewind it?" "Not me! Must have been Anne-Marie!" Giggling, he whispered, "Don't be so silly!" Then he remembered the shop I had tried to visit. "Do they sell any films of boys? You know ... wanking and things like that?" "Well ... not any more! You could buy them a few years ago but now it's against the law - here and in England." "Why?" he genuinely looked puzzled. "Because lots of people think boys your age shouldn't do sexy things!" "But that's crazy ... wanking's only natural!" "Course it is!" "Have you got some films like that then?" "A few!" I told him, "But they're on actual film not video!" "You've got to show me them!" "Why?" "'Cos I want to see them all ... an' the rest of the Wanker's Club would love to see as well!" "Well ... I don't mind showing them to you, but no-one else! Ever! Understand?" "Ok!" He was satisfied for the moment but by then he was more interested in the actual sex scenes on the TV. It was only when we came to the sequence with the young looking girl, that Francois grasped my hand and placed it on the front of his shorts. "That's better!" he sighed as I began softly to explore him, "This is really sexy!" I didn't enquire if it was what I was doing or the pictures he was concentrating on but I knew what was sexy for me! The feel of his dick, confined in the tightness of his shorts & pants was very exciting for me - him as well I felt certain! But as much as I wanted to get his hard dick out and wank it, I was happy just to be there with him on my lap fondling him. Besides, I was trying to show him that the longer you take over love making, the better it is. The TV then showed a sequence with a very well hung man coming off over a girl's wide spread pussy. Looking up, Francois grinned, "Fuck! He's big! Much bigger than you!" "Who cares! Size doesn't matter ... if it did, I wouldn't wank you off would I?" "You're not ... but get it out and give me a good one!" Lifting my hand, I told him, "Why should I? I'm not sure if you deserve one yet!" Moving his face close to mine and looking at me almost ferociously he whispered, "If you don't do it, I'll go and lock my self in my room and do it there!" "So what!" But before he could move, I had a hand on the back of his head, instantly placing my lips over his. Francois relaxed as he started to kiss me and as we did so, I grasped his shorts once more and managed to hold his cock in such a position that I could wank him, with two layers of clothing between us. As the video continued, we watched from time to time, but I was much more interested in kissing him! He was also happy to kiss, but he wouldn't let me take my hands from his body! Whilst I enjoyed the way his tongue was wiggling around in my mouth, the film ended, the clunk of the player stopping rather surprising him. Pulling his lips from mine, Francois rather urgently muttered, "Come on ... wank me! I really need it now!" "Ok ... get your things out of the way!" I could have undressed him myself, but I wanted to see just what he would do as he sounded desperate for relief! Lifting himself slightly, he struggled to get his shorts & pants down enough to free his erection and that done, he settled back, pulling my hand onto his waiting cock. "There ... what a hard sexy thing!" I whispered as I began to masturbate him, "It's really lovely Francois ... let me make it feel nice an' sexy for you!" As I began wanking, I watched closely as I slid his foreskin up & down over that shiny red tip, making sure that I gave him as much pleasure as I could. There was no thought in my mind of fellating him, all that he needed was a straightforward wank! So I did that, and as I worked on him faster and faster, I tried my best to bring him off, soon asking, "Come on my sexy boy ... are you there yet?" He shook his head but his screwed up face showed his aroused state and it was not long before I felt him tensing up for his orgasm. I tossed away even faster and then quite suddenly, he was there. Moaning loudly, he grabbed my leg as he quivered in pleasure and as I stared down at his cock, I saw it throb very strongly. Then once more, as he sucked in his breath noisily, a further powerful jerk quickly followed by two more, less strong throbs, obviously very much enjoyed by him. His heart was pounding and as his body bounced up & down on my thighs I felt that he was enjoying a very strong orgasm indeed. I slowed down, just moving his foreskin to & fro over the rim of his glans as I tried to give as much erotic sensations as I could - I know that I succeeded, his reactions showed all too clearly that he was lost in his dry orgasm. "There's a good sexy Francois ... really sexy, my sexy boy!" I told him as he slumped against me, quite lost in those wonderful feelings he was enjoying. All I could do was to hug him closely to me, softly massaging his cock against his body. But I wanted more so I moved my face back to his and closed my lips over his - perhaps at first he wasn't willing but then he allowed me to slide my tongue into his mouth. Quickly though, his hand lifted mine from his genitals so I simply slid it up to his shoulder and began to caress the top of his arm as we kissed so passionately. When he finally pulled his mouth from mine, he gave a shy grin before resting his head on my shoulder so for the moment, I simply held him still. "There, that was nice wasn't it ... it was great to do for you, you lovely boy!" Lifting his head, he sighed, "Mmmm ... why is it so good when you do it John?" "Because I love you and you love me ... that's what makes it so good for me as well!" "I do love you, more than you love me!" He gave an incredibly sexy smile. "An' I can prove it!" "Course you can't! I love you much more!" "I can prove it! I'm gonna suck your dick until it spunks up in my mouth, Ok?" His expression was almost as if he was expecting me to reject his offer but I could hardly believe my ears! "Oh Francois, that'd be just great, but you don't have to you know, I know you love me an' you don't have to prove it!" "I do!" He was quite adamant. "Get it out and I'll do it!" he moved his face closer to mine as he fumbled between us to grope the front of my jeans, "Just don't spunk up too much will you!" The thought made him pull a face but I knew then that he was more than willing to fellate me all the way. "Kiss me first!" "Why?" "Because kissing's sexy!" But as I attempted to do so, he wriggled out of my embrace and stood in front of me, his shorts falling to his ankles but his pants staying up just under his balls, his still stiff cock sticking out invitingly at me. So I sat up and slid my hands round his thighs and holding him just under his warm buttocks, I pulled him closer and allowed him to rub his cock all over my face - I loved doing that and I guessed he found it exciting as well! But Francois pulled back from me, "Don't do that now ... don't you want me to suck you now John? I will, I'm not scared to do it!" As I looked up at him I could see him blushing slightly but I realised that he was for that moment at least, willing to do what he said. If I tried to show restraint, there was the chance that he might not offer again so - for several reasons - I took up his sexy offer! Struggling to my feet in front of him, I grasped his buttocks and pulled him close to me, making sure his erection rubbed up against me. "Ok then sexy ... let's go into my bedroom and you can do it to me there." "No! Let's stay here!" Swinging round, he fell onto the sofa and as I turned to him, he reached up and grabbed the front of my jeans. "Go on then ... if you want to suck me you'll have to get it out won't you?" His giggle died away as he found the tab of my zip and pulled it down, jerking my jeans open. "That's it, now let's see." he muttered to himself as he sat further on the front of the sofa. Then, to my utter amazement, he began to nuzzle my pants, pressing his face against me sexily. Wanting to be naked, I pulled off my shirt before reaching down to push my jeans down my legs. As I did so, Francois sat back and looked up at me. "Get undressed!" I ordered but he needed no encouragement and was already pulling his T-shirt off over his head. As I pulled my jeans off, he reached down to remove his pants and shorts, watching me closely as I then stood there, my pants bulging just inches in front of his face, "Take your pants off!" "No! You take them off!" I moved slightly closer, not surprised when he reached up and grasped my pants. He pulled them down rapidly, freeing my cock for his inspection. Without hesitating, he then grasped my cock, held it straight out from my body so that he could guide it to his mouth. Without hesitating, he closed his lips round the tip, sucking it hungrily as he started to work on me. Despite all that we'd done in the last few days, this act of lovemaking was beyond my wildest dreams. Grasping his shoulders, I watched as his wet tongue flicked all round my sensitive glans, my sexy young Francois gradually taking more of me into his mouth. "Oh ... oh ... you're lovely Francois ... that's fantastic!" I whispered as he tried even harder to excite me. He let go, looked up, grinned, and, wiping his mouth on his hand, asked, "Am I doing it right? Is it really sexy for you?" "Fantastic!" I told him as I gently moved him so that I could sit down by him on the sofa. "That's really sexy Francois ... can I really come off like that?" "Course ... can I suck you?" again almost worried that I might not let him do that! "Please, you sexy boy! But let me get comfortable and you can do it!" As I spoke, I did so, Francois moving into a suitable position. Then after giving another wicked grin, he lowered his head to my cock, taking it in between his lips as his fist closed round its base. Sucking his friends had certainly taught him just what to do and Francois' efforts were soon giving me more pleasure than I would have thought a 12 year-old could give. I wanted him to take his time so that I could enjoy this treat even more, but given that he usually wants his own orgasms to happen quickly, he was trying very hard to bring me off - perhaps before he lost his nerve? As his wet tongue flicked all round me, his lips wanked me and his fingers slowly did the same to the base of my dick - it was easily one of the best blow jobs I've ever had, so fantastic that I knew I couldn't last long, already very aroused by our earlier love-making. So with the memory of Francois' last orgasm very much in my mind, my body quickly reached the point of no return. Groaning loudly, I writhed about on the sofa as his efforts brought me to my climax. "Oh Francois ... Francois ... I love you!" I moaned as my hips took over and thrust my cock firmly up at his sucking mouth. I could feel by the strength of my orgasmic spasms that I was producing quite a load, but my pleasure was too great to consider Francois and his reaction to what was being squirted onto his tongue! But all that he did was to hold my cock a bit more firmly, trying to stop me from ramming it down his throat! All too soon, I had to hold him still, for whatever he thought of the taste of my hot sperm, his efforts to give me pleasure were proving almost too much for me! Apart from the purely physical pleasure I was getting from such treatment, there was an enormous degree of psychological pleasure coming from the fact that I was being fellated by a sexy beautiful 12 year-old! "Oh ... Francois ... be still ... I ... stop it!" I was incoherent but he got the message and held me still for a moment. Then, he lifted his head and turning slightly, he spat out all that I had given him, wiping his mouth on his arm as he looked up at me. I was only able to smile weakly but stretching out my arms, I was happy when Francois sat up to allow me to cuddle him close. I couldn't easily express myself but the way I held him showed, I hope, just how much I had appreciated what he had done. "Dirty sexy man!" he whispered in my ear, "That was awful ... really disgusting!" "No it wasn't!" I managed to tell him, "That was easily the best I've ever been sucked Francois ... I can't think how to thank you ... you were wonderful!" "It was all right ... but your spunk's really disgusting!" He grimaced, but his expression wasn't too serious! "No it isn't!" I told him, "An' next time you do it ... you'll have to swallow it all!" He shook his head at that but I felt that he would certainly be willing to suck me again, when he might just be brave enough to swallow my load! "You'll see! But thanks ... it really was sexy you doing that for me!" Gradually, I was recovering from my excitement and was soon able to start to caress him once more. "Do you swallow spunk then when you suck men off?" "I've never sucked a man off! But when I suck really sexy boys like you Francois, of course I swallow their spunk if they're old enough! Very tasty!" "Would you swallow Peter Jenkins' stuff then?" "Course I would ... but better than that, I want to taste all your spunk when you're old enough to give me some!" He giggled, "When do you think that might happen?" "Who knows ... an' who really cares? I love you the way you are!" "Yeah!" he looked at me quite seriously, "But, I wish I could spunk up for you ... I know that's what you want! Would you prefer Peter then? 'Cos he can!" "No!" I replied quite vehemently, "Not at all! It would be great fun to suck him off and taste his sperm, but I love *you* ... not him! And it doesn't matter if you can't spunk up!" As he smiled, I told him, "I really do love you Francois ... very much!" "I love you as well ... but especially this!" Once more he grasped my cock, giving it a friendly squeeze as he added, "Even when it spunks up in my mouth!" "An' I love your dick as well!" I retorted, grasping his dick return. "Do you want another wank then? or do you want me to suck you off?" I smiled, "All I want to do is to make you feel good an' sexy and enjoy whatever we do like this." "Why?" "Because I love you!" "But you'd do it all to Peter Jenkins though wouldn't you?" "Well, not everything ... it'd be fun to wank him or suck him off, but I've just told you ... I don't love him ... so I wouldn't kiss him!" I tried to explain, "Doing sexy things with anyone's always exciting ... isn't it?" He grinned wickedly, "But it's even better with someone you love! An' that's why I want to do all this with you Francois!" "Silly man!" He moved his head closer and gave me a quick kiss. Then he asked, "Suck me off ... I really like that best!" "Sexy boy!" Moving away slightly, I told him, "Come on you, it's time for bed! No more cock-sucking until then!" He was about to protest but I simply stood up and pulled him to his feet. Then, after hugging him briefly, I managed to pick him up, Francois relaxing as he allowed me to lift him into my arms. Not heavy, I was easily able to carry him through to my room. His expression showed that he was far away, really almost unable to take in all that was happening, but nevertheless, he was very keen that it should continue. Kissing him on the nose, I told him, "There's a good sexy boy!" before gently dropping him onto my bed. Francois lay back full length in the middle, wriggling about as he made himself comfortable. In one way I wanted simply to kneel down between his legs to suck his very hard cock but there was no hurry, so I knelt down over him and sat down on his thighs. "Am I too heavy for you?" I asked as I leaned over to kiss him once more. "Not really ... are you going to suck me off then?" "Just wait you sexy boy!" My hands held the sides of his well- built chest, moving up over his ribs so that my thumbs found his nipples. "There ... that's nice!" I told him as I began to massage them, not at all surprised when they became quite erect! "Does that feel nice?" Francois smiled as he seemed to settle back even more, relishing all that I was doing to him. All I could do was to continue to stroke him, my hands soon moving down his very warm body to massage him all over, rather pleased with the way he was enjoying it all. I made no effort to touch his cock, moving my hands past it onto his thighs, round as far as I could reach and then back up to his chest. Really very exciting for me as well! "That's nice," he sighed, "But wank me now please John ... pleeeease!" He grasped his cock and started to rub it, but I simply grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away. "Not yet ... don't you like being massaged like this?" "Mmmm ... it's lovely!" "Good ... roll onto your stomach an' I'll do your back!" He nodded so lifting myself up, I helped him to turn over. Now, I was able to work on his back, my hands soon slipping down to caress his buttocks. Back up again and then concentrating in that hollow just above his well-shaped bum. Then I switched my attention to his smooth buttocks, stroking them as erotically as I've ever done to a boy. Francois rested his head on the pillow, sighing contentedly, a sure sign that what I was doing was appreciated. Of course, it wasn't long before I was sliding my fingers into the crevice between his buttocks, my action simply being met with another contented sigh. So, I parted his cheeks, able for the first time to have a decent look at my young lover's arse - very attractive! There still came no negative reaction from him so I placed a finger on his tight little hole and began to play it all around. It was wonderful to do and of course, I very much wanted to slide my cock into him and give him his very first fuck! It was quite some time before he turned his head and quietly asked, "What are you doing?" "Nothing! Isn't it nice?" "Do you want to bum me then John?" he asked looking a bit scared at the idea. Falling onto my side by him, I hugged him close, moving him so that his cock pressed hard up against me. "Of course I want to bum you Francois!" I told him, "But that doesn't mean I'm going to do it to you!" He looked at me strangely so I carried on, "It'd be really great for me ... but I can wait until you want me to do it Francois ... you've been so good and sexy today, but ... well ... do you know what I mean?" "'Cos I sucked you off?" "Not just that ... although it was the sexiest thing I've ever had done to me!" "You sure?" Rather proud! "Of course I'm sure! An' there's no need to be scared of me bumming you!" "But it hurts!" "How do you know?" "Well ... Peter said it hurts!" "An' how does he know? Has he had it done to him then?" Francois nodded, "Oui! Harrison bum-fucked him, about three years ago!" "Well, he would have only been about nine then I suppose ... an' that's far too young and Harrison had quite a big cock! But there's no real reason for it to hurt ... the first time is worst, but, it's something really sexy to do Francois! One day you might enjoy it!" "I'm not sure!" he whispered. "It doesn't matter ... think about it ... and if you decide you want to try it, we'll do it. It'd be really sexy for me and perhaps you might enjoy it as well ... lot's of boys do!" "D'accord ... it's funny," Francois sat up slightly, "Peter said it hurt a bit but," he grinned sexily, "He wants to do it as well: I think Sanderson might let him!" "Well ... they should try it ... and if you wanted to do it to me, that'd be Ok as well!" He pulled a face. "No way!" He smiled, "Well ... I might let you do it to me one day, perhaps." "Ok ... now, I think you need to be sucked off, don't you?" Smiling, he rolled over onto his back and grasping his erection he started to wank it very quickly whilst I watched for a moment or two. Grasping his wrist, I ordered, "Stop that you disgusting boy! I said I'll suck you off ... that's what you like best don't you?" "Mmmm ... go on then ... you've got me really bonky now!" "Ok ... move down the bed a bit Francois." I got up and pulled his legs, moving him so that his bottom was on the edge of the bed. Then I slid to the floor and lowered my head to his genitals, my hands sliding under him to grasp his bottom. As my hands almost pushed his body up at me, I started to kiss all along the side of his cock then, as he pulled his foreskin fully back, I sucked him between my lips, covering his cock with as much saliva as I could as I started work on him. As my lips wanked him and my tongue played all round his glans his breathing soon became very laboured as his tension inexorably rose. Sucking even more hungrily, I was able to encourage him to push his body up at me at the same time also enjoying the warmth of his buttocks in my hands. Although Francois was very aroused, he took his time - I wanted to give him the maximum possible enjoyment and of course, the longer he took, the more I would enjoy it! Eventually though, I sensed he was close to his orgasm, so I moved a hand onto the base of his cock and held it firmly. Just when I felt he was coming, I kept my head quite still, licking even more sexily as his hips strained to push his cock at me. Moaning loudly he enjoyed his powerful climax to the full, his cock throbbing strongly in my mouth as his body bounced about on the edge of the bed. What made it even better for both of us, was that his orgasm seemed to last much longer than usual, his cock soon still even if his body wasn't, Francois continuing to wriggle about as he very slowly calmed down from his orgasm. As far as I was concerned, even the fact that he wasn't filling my mouth with tasty boy-sperm didn't matter, it was all just wonderful. But all good things come to an end and before I really wanted to release him, Francois' hands lifted my head. Able to inspect his cock closely, I was pleased by the sight of it, not quite fully stiff, quite red and almost sore looking. As delicately as I could, I tugged his foreskin up to cover his glans and then after giving him one last kiss got up so that I could lie by him once more. "Merde!" he told me, his face shining in sheer delight. "That was really great ... really sexy! Much better than ever before!" "Good!" I replied as I hugged him. "It was great doing it for you, I'm just glad you liked it as much as I did!" With no effort I rolled him on top of me, my hands soon at work stroking his back and of course, his curvaceous young bottom. Lifting his head, he grinned happily at me, "I just love being sucked an' that was the best ever John ... really great!" With no prompting, he placed his lips on mine for what turned into a very satisfying kiss. Whilst enjoying that, my hands on his young bum became more adventurous, my fingers playing between his cheeks, soon gently pulling them more apart. At that, Francois lifted his head but that was really only to suck in a deep breath, grin at me and then resume kissing me! So, I went further and now placed a finger on his tight little arsehole, delicately tickling there before I moved on to the next stage of my plan! Francois didn't object, merely wriggling about lasciviously on top of me, so I started to push my middle finger into him. As my left hand returned to stroking his back, my finger was soon fully inside his warm body: I could hardly believe he was allowing this after his earlier comment but when he lifted his mouth from mine once more, Francois simply gave a rather distant smile. So for a while, we just lay there, his arms hugging me closely as I now began to move my finger in & out of his arse, getting aroused myself as my cock was pressed firmly against his belly. Lifting his head once more, Francois wrinkled his nose down at me, "What are you doing to my bum?" "Nothing!" "Ok ... doesn't matter!" With a contented smile, he lowered his head to my shoulder, leaving me rather bemused. Did he really not care that I was now finger-fucking his arse quite seriously? His bum didn't seem to mind and as I continued to move my finger in & out, the pressure on it seemed to decrease as he perhaps started to enjoy what I was doing. "Francois!" I whispered in his ear. "What?" He whispered back, sounding almost bored. "Do you like this?" "Like what?" Sounding even more bored! "Me doing this to you ... you know!" "It's Ok!" he lifted his head and grinned, "It's all right ... but I like this best!" Reaching between us, he grasped my cock and squeezed it. "Do you want another wank then?" "Well, that'd be nice ... but let me rub up against you and come off like this ... you as well?" Nodding, he muttered, "Yeah! Just like last night!" Releasing my dick he started to wriggle about on top of me, soon discovering just what movements made it feel sexiest, especially after he'd once more slid a hand between our bodies to re-arrange our erections. "That's better, an' you'd better shoot off lots John! Lots an' lots of your disgusting hot spunk!" "I will if you keep on like that ... it's sexy isn't it?" "Yeah!" "An' do you mind my finger up