Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2019 21:38:08 +0100
From: Olaf
Subject: Olaf's friends - 5 - Kissing Patrice and Jean Marie

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Olaf's friends - 5 - Kissing Patrice and Jean Marie


On the camping in the south of France, I had a great time. The first 2,5
weeks were almost too good to be true with Andrew. We were having fun
together and Andy had a yummy body. By the time he and his family would
return to England, I was wondering how it would be to see him leave. And
having to beat off alone to only the memories. I would really miss our sex
every day and kissing him in the hot showers. Or lying in my tent together
in secret in the daytime. Why did all good things have to come to an end?

Only a day or 3 before Andy left, we got to know 2 cool french teens that
were staying on the camping as well. In school, I liked french a lot and I
was able to speak foreign languages easily. Talking was no problem for me
and I liked to translate things for Andy and then back to the french kids
again.

This was France, 1980: Whenever you got to know people or when you met your
friends, it was common behaviour to kiss each other on the cheeks. And not
just 1 kiss... but 4! Boys our age would actually not kiss other boys but
shake hands. And when you got older, say like 18 and up, you would
presumably have grown over the shame and kiss each other on the cheeks
again.

Well, there we were, in a playground area, nodding "Hi" to the french. They
smiled and nodded back. I thought that Andy also assumed the french kids
were boyfriend and grilfriend, just like I did. In french, the boy said:

You're from England, aren't you?

Yes (pointing at Andy) he is. And I'm from Les Pays-Bas (The Netherlands).

Oh, I see.

For Andy, I then asked:

Where are you from? Are you from around here?

No, we come from Rennes, that's far away up north.

They walked over to us and introduced themselves. The girl (Patrice)
approached me while the boy (Jean Marie) and Andy shook hands and I kissed
Patrice on her cheeks, 4 times. Then Jean Marie and I shook hands and Andy
shook hands with Patrice, instead of kissing her on te cheeks. Meanwhile, I
noticed that all 3 of them were a bit surprised that I had kissed Patrice,
Patrice was blushing. I started blushing too. Andy said to me: I guess you
think Patrice is a girl, but he isn't, hehehe... Oops! Jean Marie started
laughing too and I asked Patrice:

Oh, I'm sorry, are you a boy?

Yes I'm a boy, but it's okay.

I thought your name was a girl's name. It sounded like Patricia, I'm so
sorry...

Never mind, hehehe...

It was not only because of his name that I had thought Patrice was a
girl. He was rather slim and his crotch looked almost flat. And he had a
head full of thick curly light blonde hair.

I had rather given Jean Marie these 4 kisses, because I liked his short
dark hair and brown eyes. His body shape was the same as Andy's. He had
this compact but definite little bulge in his tight camel coloured
shorts. And the same tight textile was holding an attractive beefy bubble
butt, so needless to say he got the hotty-tag right away. Patrice's butt
was only a little bit bubbly, by the way.

The 'kissing incident' was no prob at all and we got along really well and
apart from things like swimming and playing ball games, we talked a lot
about our different lives. Eventually they started talking to us in english
too, although their accent was really strong. But Andy could at least talk
without a translator in between now.

I just knew Patrice and Jean Marie had sex, like Andy and I did. The way
they watched or touched each other, the way Jean Marie watched us
sometimes, the movement of his bulge, I don't know, I could sense it. And
Andy told me he could sense it too.

Then came the last day before Andy would return home. It made me sad and I
just didn't feel like hiding it. Patrice said he could see I was not happy
and asked:

You are sad because your friend is leaving tomorrow, isn't it?

Well yeah, I will miss him a lot.

And Andy said: And I will really miss him (pointing at me).

Jean Marie then put his arms around Andy's and my shoulders and said: I
feel so sorry for you. Come on, let's have a party tonight. For the sake of
friendship! We all thought that was a marvellous idea.

So we all convinced our parents they HAD to let us have our little
party. Thank goodness they all agreed! Andy and I were allowed to take a
bottle of wine with us. And I sneaked out an empty jar with Pernod Anisette
from my dad and a bottle of water as well. The french boys brought another
bottle of red wine and a splash of Cognac in a plastic pot. We went to the
outer corner of the camping, towards this little shed/house was where Andy
and I had compared our dicks and jerked off. There was plenty of space for
a bonfire in the dried out field behind the house. So there we set up a
small pile of wood and set it on fire. We filled our plastic cups with red
wine.

Standing around the fire with our cups of wine, we were watching the flames
as they were trying to lick the starry sky above. At first we were telling
jokes and, but after a while we sat down and filled up for the third time,
already finishing the first bottle of wine. I sat next to Andy, who sat
next to Jean Marie who sat next to Patrice... Watching the crackling fire,
Jean Marie then asked:

Have you guys ever seriously kissed another boy?

Andy and I watched each other... and then we kissed each other on the
lips. Just like that. There was no way around it. Why would we hide this
now (and after 3 cups of wine)? To top it off, we started really kissing,
with our tongues and all. Then both Jean Marie and Patrice went:

Mais vraiment, en effet! (Oh really, indeed!)

After our french kiss, we burst out in laughter and we both asked: And you?

Jean Marie then looked at Patrice, who had a big smile on his face and
said: Bien allez! (Oh, come on!) And they started french kissing
immediately. Patrice lied down and pulled Jean Marie on top of him. He then
began thrusting softly into Patrice's crotch and they continued kissing. A
moment later he turned his head for a second and smiled. Andy pulled me on
top of him, as if he wanted to respond: We do this too!

And there we were. Lying all 4 of us, kissing and frotting on french soil
near a bonfire in a hot haze of wine, love and horniness. And a gloom that
had to be overcome.

Earlier that afternoon, Andy and I had already jerked off together for the
last time in one of the private showers. So this came as a bonus for us. It
was so liberating and special to make out by the fire under the stars with
a befriended pair of french boyfriends beside us doing the same. The 4 of
us were softly moaning. Our moans and groans stimulated each other back and
forth. I rolled over and pulled Andy on me. His groans became just like
Jean Marie's: deeper, longer and a little louder. Then I grabbed Andy's
butts and sighed as if I was in pain and I heard Patrice do the same. We
were reaching the point of no return and we really wanted to go for
it. Then got an idea and I said:

Let's jerk off and squirt into the fire!

All four of us jumped back on our feet enthusiastically. The others yelled:
Yeah we should definitely do that! We turned our heads to see if there was
no one near the little house (just in case). Then we pulled our pants down
and started beating off facing the fire.

Jerking, thrusting our hips back and forth and back and forth, we watched
each others cocks. Patrice had an even smaller dick than I had
expected. Jean Marie's was like Andy's but a little bigger. His firm butts
really turned me on. Andy and I watched each other and chuckled. Jerking
and all, we bumped our shoulders.

Patrice was the first to announce his orgasm: Je vais jouir, je vais jouir!
(I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!)... which made Jean Marie respond: Moi
aussi, putain! (Me too, holy fuck!).

At the same time I felt the usual tickle behind my balls, starting to push
though them, and towards my machine gun and I groaned: I'm gonna shoot
Andy! Andy breathed in and out vehemently and moaned: Me toooo, Olaaaaf!

Four boys panting and shooting their cum as far as possible. Squirts of
semen flew into the flames and on the ground in front of the little
bonfire. Oh man, what a party this was. I would never forget this!

Fidgeting our still hard dicks in place inside our pants, we were all
chuckling. Merde!, Patrice said, I got some on my trouser... while he was
trying to rub a trace of sperm off his jeans. Jean Marie picked up the
marmelade jar and said: Grab your cups my friends. He then filled them with
Pernod and water. We held them in front of us and then Jean Marie shouted
exuberantly: TO FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE! And we all shouted again: TO
FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE! and we all drank our Pernod.

After that, we drank the Cognac and then opened the second bottle of red
wine. Andy coughed and then belched loudly and that made us all start
belching like frogs. When the bottle of wine was empty, we were quite
tipsy. Well, intoxicated actually :) We didn't want this to end. Going back
to our camp sites meant ending this last night with Andy and also: going
back into the 'normal' world again. One moment we hesitated: shall we just
sleep here? But that didn't seem such a clever idea after all with Andy's
family leaving early the next morning. At last we just had to go.

We poured the remaining water over the fire and set off. At an intersection
where the french boys had to turn right, Jean Marie and Patrice said
goodbye to Andy. They gave him a firm hug. They kept on repeating: Au
revoir!

Andy and I held each other all the way back to his site and we didn't care
what anyone would think of us. On top of that we said goodnight with an
impassioned long kiss in front of his famuly's tent. Well, everybody was in
bed already though. I stroke his back and his butt and he did the same to
me. And then... we parted. Ouch.

All I said to myself on my way to my little tent was: i have to set my
alarm clock, I have to set my alarm clock, I have to set my alarm clock...

Next morning I woke up from the alarm and had a headache like never
before. Immediately I jumped out of my tent, raced to the toilet block to
pee and splash some water in my face. And then I hurried to Andy's
site. Thank gawd they were still there. As soon as Andy saw me, he squealed
and started smiling. Their tent and all their stuff was already packed. His
dad lauhghed at me and said: Well I can see you had a few too many last
night as well! and I chuckled. Andy told me he had thrown up in the middle
of the night and we laughed.

There came the moment that they were leaving. We gave each other a very
firm hug. Our eyes spoke the words we couldn't say. I shook the hands of
his parents and of his brothers and then they all went into their car. And
drove off. We were all waving. When they slowly turned around the bend, we
lost sight. And I was standing on their empty site, alone. I felt sad and
took a deep breath. The moment I turned around to set off back to my site,
I felt a bit dizzy and sick and realised I might be going to puke. So I
rushed back to the toilets and oh well yeah there came the mixture of red
wine, Pernod, Cognac and a farewell we hadn't wanted to swallow. My dear
Andy was definitely gone.

Back at my site, my mum was just up and saw me coming 'home' with a white
face (from throwing up) and held back tears in my eyes. She said: Oh come
here my love... and she hugged me, stroke my back and fondled my hair. Of
course she knew what I was going through, with Rorik and all that behind me
as well. (She knew, just like my dad, what I was going through. But they
didn't speak too much about it before I had decided to come out,
approximately a year later.)

Lying on my towel near the swimming pool and with my sunglasses on, I was
trying to read. But I could hardly concentrate. Fortunately Jean Marie
arrived. We talked about Andy and laughed about our party last night. I
asked where Patrice was, and he replied that he wasn't feeling well. Then
he asked me if I liked reading and I said: Yes I do, but I can't
concentrate right now. We didn't want to go swimming because our heads were
aching. So Jean Marie suggested to take a walk together.

Near the entrance of the camping, there was this small shop with all kinds
of things that might come in handy during your holidays. Goggles, towels,
jerry cans, books, post cards, flash lights, etc. We went inside to have a
look. Jean Marie then said: Hey look, books! I chuckled and checked out
some of them. I even found one in my own language, it was a SF novel. Then
we looked around a little more and eventually we left. When we were walking
outside, I noticed Jean Marie was hiding something under his shirt. A
minute later, he showed me the SF novel and said:

This is for you.

But, huh? You stole it?

Yes I did, hehe, it's for you. I saw that you liked it.

Yes I do, but... Oh well, that's nice. Geez, thank you!

Jean Marie smiled at me and I felt endeared. His eyes betrayed him. He was
really eager to please me. And my body responded: there was my hard on
again! Geez, this boy had stolen a book for me, just like that, to show me
he liked me or something. Had I felt an awkward hesitation at first, now I
definitely wanted to hug him, and kiss him, right here and now. In his eyes
I saw a glance of desire that made me blush. I suggested we would go back
to the spot where we had our bonfire party last night. He layed his hand on
my shoulder while his forearm hung down against my shoulder blade and off
we went. I could see he was turned on too. When we approached the little
house, I told him that I knew a place we could go to. I said:

Andy and I were there once too. Nobody will see us there.

Yes, I want that too. Come on!

He grabbed my arm and pulled me while I was the one guiding him. Near the
window of the small storage cabinet, I found the piece of wood we had used
before. We managed to push the window upwards. Just enough so we could
climb through. Once we were inside, he pulled off his t-shirt and then he
pulled off mine as well. We were breathing in and out quickly. It was kind
of overwhelming but I just let things happen and started to unbutton my
clipped jeans. He rushed his pants down, then pulled mine down carefully
and squeezed us together firmly. I held his shoulders, his back and then I
grabbed both his butt cheeks. His big hard dick felt so good. It was
throbbing between us, against my precum flooding rod. He kissed my cheek
and closed his eyes. Boy, this dude really fancied me! And I fancied him
too but Andy had only left this very morning! Either way, there was no
escape and we simply both wanted this. We kissed on the lips, then our
tongues got involved and we were french kissing furiously! We rubbed and
thrusted and I could feel that precum was oozing out of Jean Marie's
boner. He grabbed my butt and we picked up a rhythm. Our dicks were sliding
against each other, between our lower bellies and I could feel his balls
too. That pushed all my buttons. We got slippier and the thrusting went
harder, more passionate and faster and there came the groans and moans and
he sighed:

Oui, je vais jouir, je vais jouir... (I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come...)

Moi aussi, je vais aussi... (Me too, I'm coming too...)

And BANG! Our sperm flooded out so forcefully, it almost hurt. The pumping
seemed to never ever end. This was amazing. Really really amazing. Geez,
this boy was turbulent!

We were wet and sticky but we kept standing pressed against each other. And
we kissed, breathed in and out quickly and kissed and breathed and
kissed... His lips felt and tasted so goddamn good, oh my... The mixture of
precum and sperm slowly started flowing down our bellies, around our balls,
down our legs, and for a moment it felt like heaven. This was what I was
alive for. Carefully we moved away from each other a little bit. Then we
both rubbed the sperm all over our bellies (and balls and upper legs) so it
wouldn't drip down any further. It wouldn't take long to dry. With our
pants and t-shirts on, we could easily walk to the pool with nobody
noticing and then swim it off. And so we climbed out (he went first, I
pushed his buttocks) and then set off towards the swimming pool. I carried
two books in one hand and layed my other arm around his shoulder. Jean
Marie carried my towel and put his other arm around my waist and left it
there for a while, touching my right butt cheek occasionally. I then got an
idea and said:

We can also shower it off, if you like. I mean, we have my towel to dry
us...

But that's a better idea. Yeah let's really do that!

^^