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 your bum like this?" He wrinkled his nose at me, "It's all right ... you can't bum me though!" "Who cares! Just kiss me again!" He moved his face to mine and as we started to kiss, his lascivious movements on top of me becoming increasing urgent as he tried hard to make me come. It was all really quite fantastic but having been so excitingly sucked off by him earlier, I was in no need to come quickly, quite happy to be cuddling him for as long as it took! After some time, he lifted his head and whispered, "Are you coming yet?" his plaintive tone showing how aroused he now was. "Soon ... kiss me!" I whispered as I now tried very much to come off against his warm body: it's one of my favourite ways of coming off and Francois seemed to like it as well! Before he lowered his head to my shoulder, his expression was one I was fast learning to recognise as indicating that he was close to an orgasm - good, for I was almost there! Our bodies began to move about almost violently against each other as we tried to reach our separate - but shared - orgasms. I was there first - but only just! Pushing my finger hard into his arse, I stifled a groan as my cock throbbed strongly between our bodies. As my penis began to pump out my sperm between us, I was almost too overwhelmed to enjoy the fact that Francois was also climaxing. In my ear, I heard his moans and as he jerked about on top of me, I could feel his cock throbbing against mine. At the same time, his arse was squeezing my finger strongly and I felt that the presence of it up his bum was increasing his pleasure. Either way, it was all almost overwhelming and as I continued to pump sperm out between our tightly wrapped bodies, all I could consciously do was to hug his warm body close. For Francois too, it was very exciting, his jerking cock pressing firmly against me although his orgasm, his second within a very short space of time, was over very quickly, Given that, it was he who moved his head so that he could kiss me once more and as always, that made it all even more wonderful. Kissing a boy whilst coming off is always great but with a boy who is also in the throes of his own orgasm, who loves you as much as you love him - that's almost too much! That kiss didn't last long, Francois soon moving his head back to my shoulder, sighing happily in my ear. Like that, we stayed for a long time and although those powerful feelings of our orgasms passed, we didn't want to separate, happy to enjoy the feel of each other's body pressed against us. Almost all that he did was to pull my finger from his arse: I wiped it on the bedclothes before closing two hands over two warm boy-buttocks. "That was really great ... fantastique!" Francois lifted his head and smiled before adding, "You made quite a mess as well!" "That's your fault!" "Why ... I can't spunk up yet!" "But ... doing all this with you is so sexy that I can't help making a mess!" With him grinning impishly, I carefully eased him off me and looking down, we both saw that he had been more than accurate as to our state! Despite being sucked off by him so recently, I had really shot quit a bit. He was quite wet but being a bit hairier than him, it looked a lot worse on me! Placing his hand on my belly, Francois giggled, but showed his love for me as he started to play around in the matted mess of my pubic hair. "You're quite disgusting ... worse than Peter!" "Who cares?" I asked, kissing his cheek briefly, "If you don't like it, stop playing with it!" "Why should I?" he smirked at me, "If you shoot all your stuff over me like that ... it's all mine now!" Then, remembering what he had done earlier, he added, "I suppose next time I suck you I'll have to swallow it all ... it's not so bad really!" He held his damp fingers to his nose and after sniffing at my sperm, carefully licked the stuff up. "Disgusting!" "So are you!" I retorted, once more overwhelmed again by his signs of affection. "Come on ... time for a shower!" he ordered, rolling off the bed and pulling me to my feet. I wanted simply to stay and cuddle him but like most young boys, now that his sexual hunger was satisfied, he needed no more for the moment! So, I allowed myself to be led to the shower and we were soon cuddling up under the spray, where the only thing Francois would allow was the occasional kiss. "That's enough of that!" he told me as he pulled my finger away from his bottom once more, "Come on then John, we're going out for a walk again!" I would have preferred just to stay there with him, but I felt that somehow, Francois needed to get near other people or he might get too emotional with me and not really be able to cope. So, we helped each other to dry, went for our clothes and when tidily dressed once more, I retrieved my camera and some spare film before we set off. "Where shall we go?" Francois demanded as we left his block of flats. "Just wait and see!" I headed us in the direction of the Trocadero - even though I had just made love to an amazing boy, I was happy just to be with him, although I was as always, keen to see what other talent was out and about! As we chatted, I was in a way pleased that Francois made no mention of sex in any way, he was totally at ease with me and treated me more like his closest friend rather than his schoolteacher. His knowledge of Paris was so poor that he hardly realised where we were going even though we had followed the same route the day before. However, when we arrived at the Palais du Chaillot once more and walked out onto the terrace of the, he smiled knowingly as he whispered, "I know why you wanted to come here!" "I know ... the view of the Tour Eiffel is superb isn't it?" He grinned, "That's not what I meant!" Noticing a trader, I had an idea, "Can I buy you something Francois? A little present for you?" "What?" he looked puzzled, "An' why?" "Because I want to buy you a present." I had already seen the type of bead necklace usually sold by such traders. "What about that?" I asked pointing one out. Francois was happy enough and was soon allowing me to fix it round his neck. If his looks could be improved, that necklace did the trick and certainly, the perhaps rather vain boy was soon demanding that I take some more photographs! So, steering him to the parapet, I took one or two shots but his posturing was almost embarrassing in public! As we then just stood there just enjoying the view (both!), Francois suddenly nudged me and whispered, "Look!" nodding his head in the direction of one of the boys skate-boarding. Looking round, I saw who was being pointed out - the very boy we had encountered on the Metro earlier! "You rather like him don't you?" I whispered back. He giggled, "Not as much as you! Try and take a photograph of him ... go on!" "If you want!" I tried to sound bored but I was as keen as he was and in the crowd it was not too difficult to record that pretty - and probably well-equipped! - stranger! I could have stayed on the terrace for a lot longer, but Francois was rather restless so we were soon wandering through the gardens, over the bridge and under the Tower to the Champ de Mars. There, he was keen for more photographs, soon removing his shirt and expressing a willingness to remove his shorts as well! "I've got my pants on!" he explained but I felt it far too dangerous to go as far as that in such a public place! After a drink, we used the Metro to get back home, both of us by then rather hungry. Our cold meal was superb, Francois raiding his father's cellar for a suitable bottle, slightly annoyed by the limited amount I allowed him! But he was too much in love with me to complain too much, just happy to be with me in such a situation. As for me, I could easily have made love to him all night but I sensed that Francois had had enough for one day. He didn't even want to watch that video so we sat and watched a badly dubbed Western on TV, cuddling up closely on the sofa but making no effort to get more sexually involved: I was bored by the film, but not by him! As expected, he insisted that we sleep together, but even when cuddling up nakedly, he showed that he needed no more sex - I was happy for that, happier still to be soon holding a sleeping boy in my arms before I dropped off! ======= Sunday was passed very much as Saturday except that in the morning we hardly moved from my bed - sex was the only thing that interested Francois that day - he was amazingly hot, ending up by giving me another incredibly sexy blow-job, this time not at all worried at all when my much enjoyed climax proved to be very productive! As my cock pumped my sperm into his mouth, he did his best to swallow it all, making the whole thing even more exciting for me! "It's not so bad really!" was his eventual comment but I was too elated by what he had done to make much of a sensible reply! Of course, his needs were not neglected and Francois enjoyed three wonderful blowjobs, the last one with him leaning against the loo door (having just had a piss whilst I held his cock!), my finger deeply buried up his tightly sucking arse. He had learnt by then not just to accept that, but was even enjoying it as well, although still adamant that I would never be allowed to fuck him! After lunch, I took him to the Cite des Sciences which he thoroughly enjoyed, being very keen on science back at school. He was again quite keen to point out other pretty boy visitors, at one stage almost pushing me into a loo after one such handsome youth who we soon discovered had a neatly circumcised dick. That led to Francois asking all about circumcision and why the few boys at school who were cut were not Jewish! We were in no hurry to go home - his father was expected back - so we walked along the canal for a while and unlike the previous evening, we chatted about sex! When we were eventually sitting outside a cafe drinking our usual demi & Diabolo Menthe, he asked, "Why do I like sucking you?" he smirked before pulling a face, "Even when you spunk up, but I just love that video ... an' I really want to screw a girl properly!" "What's the problem? You're just a sexy boy Francois and at the moment, you like doing sexy things with me an' your friends at school - or that boy we saw yesterday!" "Mais oui! He was nice ... Jean-Luc says he's got a girl-friend, but I don't think he's done it to her yet!" "Well, when you start meeting more girls, you'll find a girl-friend and perhaps she'll let you fuck her! An' if you're lucky she might suck you off as well!" "Yeah! That'd be great!" "But of course, by then you'll be able to spunk up so you'll have to wear something if you do screw her!" "When are you going to show me a condom then!" "I brought some to show you ... when we've got the chance you can try one on." At that, he wanted to go home but he accepted that his father might be home and I easily managed to persuade him that we should carry on with our exploration of Paris. Much later, we returned home at about half past seven, rather surprised that his father was not yet back. Hungry, we found the meal prepared for us and it was only whilst eating that the phone rang. Francois answered it but soon, after mouthing, "C'est mon Pere." at me, he handed me the handset. The situation was explained but only after I had managed to send Francois to the kitchen, "Go make some coffee will you!" It appeared that Francois' Grandmother had been much worse than we had been told and had died that afternoon. I expressed my sympathies but Francois' father was more concerned at that moment with practical things. Unable to return to Paris, I was asked to look after Francois, "You're already staying until Wednesday aren't you?" I agreed, "Well in that case, do you mind looking after him on your own until then?" I didn't mind at all! "And perhaps Wednesday morning you could bring him down here ... on the TGV ... I'll try to change your flight back to London to one from down here ... I'll settle the cost." Arrangements were made as much as possible but soon, he was having to ask me to put Francois back on the line so that he could tell him the bad news. I left the boy alone going back to the kitchen, waiting apprehensively for him to join me there. He was not long and when he rejoined me he just looked slightly sad as he asked if his father had told me the news. I nodded and offered my sympathy: he could control his emotions no further and rushed into my arms, crying solidly. I hugged him close, happy to be there to support him. He took a long time to regain his self-control and when he eventually lifted his red eyes to me, he seemed to be almost apologetic for his display. It's always difficult to deal with such a situation, but I said a few appropriate words before explaining the plan for the next few days. He accepted what I told him, but he did manage to smile and whisper that we could have lots more sexy fun together! Sadly for me, he was soon excusing himself and wanted to go to bed - his own. I understood his reasons but later, when I eventually went to bed alone, I was feeling a little abandoned - unreasonable I suppose all things considered! ======= Next morning Francois had recovered fully, waking me up quite early and keen for us to shower together. That done, he simply lay on my bed and demanded a blow-job! More than happy to oblige, I did so, enjoying myself as always when privileged to suck and bring to orgasm a young boy, When recovered, he was once more willing to do the same to me, his skill at fellatio seeming to grow every time he used his sweet mouth on me. It took us quite some time to recover enough to be able to dress - Francois donning his very sexy red satin shorts and a skimpy white T-shirt - before arranging some breakfast. As we ate, Claire the maid arrived, already knowing the news about Francois' Grandmother. She told us that Anne-Marie would be there about six to prepare our evening meal but would stay no longer. So, leaving her to clear up our breakfast things, we carefully made sure that no traces of our love-making were visible before we set off for what was by then our usual morning trip round Paris. Most of the time, Francois was his old self, only occasionally remembering that he was "in mourning" and then looking rather sad. As much as I wanted to get to bed with him again, that day I wanted just to be a friend and I think such an approach was appreciated by him. But my Francois was too much of an irrepressible 12 year- old to be put off by his loss and was soon demanding that we go back home and "Sex each other up!". He also was keen that we should go via the Trocadero "'cos we might see that boy again!" I agreed and that's what we did. About to leave the Metro, Francois suddenly ordered me to wait, turning into the loo I had hardly remembered was there. I didn't need to go so I stood there waiting for what seemed like ages. However when he eventually appeared, he was only slightly behind *that* boy once more! When the attractive youth had run off - with a shy smile to me - Francois grabbed my arm and almost propelled me up the escalator. "Didn't you seem him going in there?" he asked. I shook my head, Francois giggling as he whispered, "I saw his cock ... an' I let him see mine as well!" "Did you? I was jealous! "It's a big one as well, but not as big as yours though! But I bet it's really big when he's hard!" "You know your trouble?" I asked when I found a stretch of wall to sit on. "No ... what?" "You're just sex mad ... I'm glad you are though!" "So are you!" he retorted, "I wonder where he's gone?" "Where who's gone?" I tried to sound innocent, but I'm sure I didn't succeed! "That boy!" he replied nudging me almost violently. "Who cares ... it's you who fancies him ... not me!" "Yes you do ... but it doesn't matter ... shall we go home then? You can sex me up again if you want to John!" "Well ... that'd be fun ... but it was you who wanted to come here first!" "Suppose so ... come on," he grabbed my hand, "Let's walk round and see!" As near as arm in arm as we dared, we wandered round the terrace, but not for long! The only thing that kept his attention for long was sex, but before I allowed him to take me back home, I insisted on having a drink first. "Spoil-sport ... but Ok ... it's too hot today!" Trying to navigate him through the hair-raising traffic, I leaned over him and whispered, "I know what you want to drink most of all though!" For a second or two he didn't quite understand, but then looked at me, first in mock horror and then with a sexy smile! "Maybe ... we'll see later but only if you're good to me!" We found a cafe but Francois was really very keen to get back home, soon none too discretely indicating to me under the table that his shorts only just held his erection in place! "You're going to have to do something about it!" he giggled. "I might, but not here! Come on, sort that out and let's get the Metro!" I paid the bill and we set off: luckily, his erection subsided and the bulge in those red satin shorts didn't look too obvious! I'm not sure how he came to be in such a hot mood that day but I could only enjoy his aroused state of mind! When we got home, his first act was to find out if Claire was still there, but discovering that she had gone, he came back to me and ordered, "Come on ... let's go an' be sexy!" Turning he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt off over his head as he walked to his bedroom, wiggling his bottom on the way. Giving me a very sexy grin he opened the door, "Come on then!" he ordered as he disappeared. Picking up his things, I followed slowly but by the time I got to his room, I found him already on his narrow bed, his shorts round his ankles, his pants round his knees and his already very stiff dick being masturbated quite rapidly. "Come on John ... you do it now! I really need a wank!" he ordered, holding his cock out from his body as he lifted his bottom off the bed to push his hips up at me. "Why should I?" I was in fact very tempted to get him to do it on his own - if wanking a boy off is very exciting, watching him do it is also great fun! "Parce-que tu m'aimes!" he replied, laying back and looking at me, an utterly amazing look of affection spreading over his pretty face. What could I do but oblige? Lying down on his bed, I slid my left arm under his body and as I hugged him close, I grasped him, gently tugging back his silky foreskin as I began to play with it. "That's nice!" I whispered as I nuzzled my nose in the soft hair over his ear, "Really great! You've got a lovely dick ... do you like me playing with it like this?" "Superbe!" he sighed, "Je t'aime John ... very much!" "And I love you very much as well!" I told him as I began to work on him a bit more firmly. As I've said, I love taking my time with any boy, but that afternoon, I was determined that his wank should be as quick as possible - my lover needed relief and that was something I was very happy to give him! As I masturbated him, his cock felt harder than ever, perhaps because he was by then very aroused! And as I moved my fingers up & down his shaft at an increasing rate, I could feel it throbbing with each heart beat. Looking up to his face, I saw that he had surrendered totally to me, his eyes tightly closed as he enjoyed what was happening. I didn't even want to kiss him as I masturbated him - I was content just to stare down at his cock as my fingers rhythmically moved his foreskin up & down over his purple glans. Aroused as he was and considering that I was soon wanking him almost violently, he was quick to reach his orgasm, his body tensing up in my arms suddenly as my wanking took effect. As he came, he shouted out loudly for sheer delight, his cock went even harder in my fingers, throbbing very strongly indeed. "That's a good boy!" I whispered in his ear, "Nice an' sexy ... I love you very much you know Francois!" I continued to work on his dick, squeezing it firmly as I then simply jerked his foreskin upwards firmly in my effort to make it even more exciting for him. I must have succeeded in my efforts for he was bouncing up & down on the bed more frantically than ever before, gasping loudly as he sucked in his breath, his head rocking from side to side! When I finally held his cock still, I was rather pleased with myself, this had easily been the best orgasm I'd ever given him and the fact that he couldn't yet spunk up seemed irrelevant - this was a boy's erotic pleasure at its greatest. Quick to come, his recovery took a little longer, but far too soon for me, Francois pulled my hand from his cock. Looking down at it I watched his foreskin slide halfway up his glans, his cock still throbbing with every heart beat: his balls seemed to have disappeared, so tightly held against the base of his cock were they! "There, was that nice? It was just great for me!" He managed a distant smile, simply nodding his reply. So, I lowered my head to his, soon having my tongue in his mouth as we kissed deeply. Whilst doing so, it was easy to ease him on top of me and my hands were soon busy massaging softly his very warm bottom. But just as I was settled down to enjoy myself, he lifted his head and whispered, "Get undressed!" It was a firmly put order, his tone showing that he although totally relaxed after his much enjoyed climax, he was still very much in the mood for more sexy games. "Ok, you too!" Grinning, he rolled away and pushed me from his bed. Then, he lifted his legs so that he could remove his shorts and pants. Starting to undress, I watched him closely as Francois carefully took off his necklace before pulling off his socks. I was quickly almost as naked as he was standing by the bed in just my bulging pants, Francois quickly demanding that I take them off as well. I had wanted to get him to remove them for me but reluctantly, I did as asked, but only after sitting on the edge of his bed to take my socks off first. Naked, I rolled onto his bed and pulled him to me, quickly getting him back into position lying full length on top of me with his cock pressed firmly against me. "That's better!" he sighed as he relaxed into my embrace, "I love cuddling you like this, especially with your big dick against mine." He lifted himself up slightly and looked own approvingly as he grasped me. But after giving my dick a fond squeeze, he let go and lay back, "There ... that's nice ... really lovely!" "So's yours ... I'm glad you like me playing with it!" "Yeah! I just love it ... specially when you suck it!" "Me too ... I still haven't said thanks enough for what you did this morning!" "Well ... I only do it 'cos I love you!" "So when you're back at school you won't suck Peter Jenkins until he spunks up then?" He giggled, "Maybe! But it doesn't matter does it?" he looked down at me a bit worried, "I don't love him ... but when we suck each other again, I'll have to let him spunk up in my mouth! Would you mind if I did?" "Course not ... as long as you don't stop doing it with me as well!" "Course not!!" He looked down at me very contented as he again told me, "I love you John an' I just love being sexed up by you!" Lowering his head to my shoulder, he relaxed against me as my hands now set to work caressing him erotically. Of course, it didn't take long for my fingers to probe between his buttocks but at first, I simply tickled his arse without trying to enter him. To my surprise, he suddenly whispered, "Go on then ... do it!" He didn't need to say what, for I was already pushing my finger into his body. "There's a good boy Francois ... you like being finger fucked don't you?" Lifting his head, he looked seriously at me. "It's Ok." Very neutral in tone, but then, to my utter surprise, he quietly asked, "Do you want to put your cock up there then?" "In a way ... yes, suppose so, but you don't want me to do that really do you Francois?" Blushing, he whispered, "You can if you want! I don't mind." "Do you mean that?" My mind was whirling as I tried to work out what to do: of course I wanted to screw my young boy-friend's arse, but I was very aware that previously he had been quite adamant that he would never allow that! "I don't care ... you can try it ... do you want to?" He sounded a little nervous, quite shy, hesitant. "I'm not so sure, you've said you didn't want me to do it to you." "But that was yesterday!" (This morning, I thought) "I was thinking about it in bed last night and," he giggled, "I nearly asked you if you wanted to try it this morning ... but you sucked me off and then I had to do it back to you." "No you didn't! You never have to do anything to me Francois ... all you have to do, is to enjoy what ever we do together!" I paused, "An' if I bummed you, you might not enjoy it and I wouldn't like that ... I don't want to hurt you you know!" "Doesn't matter!" he reached round and grasped my hand, pushing it at his body as he tried to push my finger deeper up his bum. "Why don't we try it ... you can if you want to ... I don't mind!" I felt that he was now willing to be buggered, but of course, his decision was more based on his love for me than anything else - it was certainly not an effort to try out another sexy game! Such thoughts were for me almost irrelevant - if he wanted to be fucked, then I was willing to screw him! "Ok ... if you're sure!" For a while though, I simply I continued hugging him close, whilst gently finger-fucking his arse. He needed the chance to back down - it was very much up to him! However, being in a very sexy mood, his mind now made up, Francois soon pulled my finger from his bum, "Come on then, how do we do it?" Easing him off of me and lying on my side, I told him, "Well Francois, my finger goes up you easily but my cock is much bigger." He grinned knowingly at that! "So, the first thing we have to do is to lubricate it - and your bum. Then it'll go in a lot more easily - r it might hurt!" "What? Have you got something with you, or ... ?" He as slightly puzzled, slightly intrigued. "Yes ... I've got something ... I brought it in that shop the other night, just in case!" He grinned sexily, "That proves how much you want to bum me doesn't it ... dirty old man!" "No I'm not!" I smiled at my lover and gently moved my hand onto his genitals, "If you call me that again ... I'll bite your balls off!" Giggling, he pulled a face but again he whispered, "Dirty old man!" Before he could move, I had slid down the bed, pushed him over onto his back and lowered my head. But rather than doing as threatened, I simply kissed his lovely young balls a few times before moving back up to smile at him. "Huh! They're too small to have any taste if I did bite them off ... especially as they're not working yet!" "Disgusting!" Francois relaxed on his back and looking at me seriously ordered, "Get that stuff then ... then you can bum me!" I pulled him to his feet. "No ... come on, it's in my room!" It would have been nice to fuck him there on his own bed, but I didn't want to leave him, even if only to get the KY! But as we crossed the flat, I did notice his expression change to that distant look of apprehension a boy often shows before he gets fucked for the first time, more than a little scared of what was to happen, but more so, quite ignorant really as to what was about to be done to him. In my room, I turned him to me and wrapped my arms round him, hugging him closely as he shivered slightly. As his arms circled me, I moved my hands to hold his head, lifting his face to mine. "Are you sure you really want to try it? Just say no if that's what you think, I won't mind I promise you! I love you too much to do it unless you really want me to fuck you!" "I don't mind ... I think." He really wasn't sure! "What? Tell me what you think." "I don't know ... but you can do it to me." He looked slightly more re-assured by then and I felt that he was now really quite keen on trying yet another sexy game. "Ok ... but kiss me first!" I moved my hands down to his waist so that I could lift him up slightly. Our mouths met and as we kissed, I felt very much that any tension in his body was gone: he was so much in love with me that letting me fuck his bum was just another way of expressing how our love. Surprisingly, when I let go of him, he was very excited once more and quickly pulled my hand onto his erection. "Wank me a bit, I won't come off just yet though!" Turning him slightly, I slid my arm down to hold his left hip whilst my fingers began to wank him. "There ... that's better, really sexy, just what I like doing for you Francois ... why do I love wanking you so much?" "'Cos you're a dirty old man!" he giggled. Knowing my threat, he wriggled out of my embrace and fell back onto my bed. "Get that stuff then and you can try it up my bum!" Kneeling on the bed, I told him, "Roll over first ... let me see your little bum first." He laughed but did as asked, sliding his hands behind him to pull his buttocks wide apart for me. He was being playful, so I was happy just to be silly with him and as I knelt over his legs, I gently slapped each well-rounded cheek, quick though to lift him slightly up onto his knees so I could get an even better look. Moving my face even closer, I could hardly believe that I would soon be entering the tight little hole I was now inspecting - I could almost have kissed him there but I resisted the temptation as Francois would almost certainly not appreciate that! Instead, I contented myself with enjoying the view before falling down onto the bed by him and once more hugging him. "Very pretty ... it's gonna be really sexy getting into you that way Francois!" He giggled, "Get the stuff then ... go on!" He pushed me from the bed so I rushed over to my bag and pulled the KY tube from my bag. Hardly had I done so though than Francois almost jumped onto me, snatching the tube from my hand. Unscrewing the cap, he squeezed slightly, cautiously taking some of the jelly onto his finger. "It's cold ... is it any good?" "The best!" I told him as I took the tube back, "An' it washes off easily as well!" "Good ... you can leave it for me when you go!" "What do you want it for?" He arched his eyebrows quizzically at me, "Never you mind!" he whispered before moving back to the bed on which he knelt and wiggled his pert little bum at me! I knew that he was now quite keen to be fucked so I went over to him and, bending my knees, was able to rub my cock against his bottom, though for the moment I made no effort to enter him. It was a game and I quickly moved back from him. "Lie down Francois and I'll get my cock ready for you!" I set to work massaging the KY round my erection, almost in a hurry - just in case he suddenly changed his mind and said no! However, Francois knelt up and pulling my hand away, grasped my cock. "That feels funny, quite sexy really!" he whispered as he began to fondle me. What he had said was right, his light grip really very exciting. Erotic as it was, I soon had to pull his hand away - a KY lubricated wank would have been fun but I was by then almost desperate to fuck my young lover. "Stop that ... if you really want to be fucked you'd better lie on your back, that's it, now lift your legs up ... up to your shoulders." He understood what I meant and was soon settling back, his legs up in the air and his wide open arse very inviting. "Right then ... let's get your bum nice an' slippery, then I can do you!" I picked up the tube once more and began to squeeze some onto his hole. "It's all cold!" he complained, obviously not worried too much. "But it's sexy isn't it?" I asked as I started to massage it round that tight entrance to his 12 year-old body. "It's funny ... but it's all right!" He smiled at me through his legs, now totally relaxed over what I was about to do, more so than any other boy his age I've ever been allowed to fuck! "Well ... let's hope it's nice an' sexy for you as well!" Throwing the tube aside, I edged closer and bent my dick downwards, placing the tip against his well-lubricated hole. "Go on ... do it to me!" he urged, sounding quite keen! So, holding my cock in place, I began to push it into him, trying to enter his young body as slowly as I could. Amazingly, it wasn't difficult and although he gave one slight wince of pain, he merely whispered, "Go on then ... put it right up me!" Leaning over him a bit more, my cock slid slowly into his wonderful body - I tried not to press down too hard, but with all the KY I'd used, Francois was proving easy to penetrate and I could feel his sphincter relaxing gradually as I pushed my cock in further. Fully home, I whispered, "All right?" "Ok ... it's not too bad!" He pulled a face but made no effort to stop what I was doing and in fact, I could even feel his arse relaxing even further as he accepted my cock inside him. "Good boy ... it's really wonderful for me Francois!" I managed to whisper down at him as I began to fuck properly, very slowly at first but gradually building up the strength and depth of my thrusts. I knew I couldn't make this last for long and I suppose I wanted to come quickly so that my lover would not have to suffer my weight for too long. So, with that in mind, I was soon fucking him quite strongly, overwhelmed by the purely physical sensations my dick was getting from being inside his body. Also, there was that tremendous psychological pleasure that came from the fact that I was fucking a boy I loved and who loved me in return. Francois grinned wickedly at me as he accepted what I was doing, but then, my darling boy started to move against me, pushing his body upwards as I pushed my cock into him. At the same time, he was learning more how to control his sphincter, somehow knowing squeezing me with it would give even more pleasure. Despite his former rejection of being bum-fucked, he now was not just allowing me to do it, but was making it a two-way act of love making as well! My tension rose quickly and I was suddenly pressing firmly down onto him as I reached my climax. My cock throbbed repeatedly, shooting quite a load into Francois' arse. As I quivered in pleasure on top of him, I panted loudly, moaning his name as I squirted even more sperm into him. So great was my pleasure that I almost fell onto him and although I managed to hold myself in place, my hips continued to move my cock into him in short sharp movements, though I had soon quite emptied my balls into his arse. Despite the pleasure he had already given me, first with his hand and then his mouth, this was proving to be even more incredible! Obviously happy with what was happening and in some way rather pleased by the strength of my orgasm, Francois stayed still, bearing my weight with no complaint, even smiling at me as in his own way, he enjoyed my orgasm. But if his body was still, his arse wasn't and it squeezed me almost too strongly as he tried in the only way he could to give me even more pleasure. "Dirty old man ... you sexy old thing John!" he whispered when he saw and felt that I was becoming still on top of him. "Oh Francois ... you're great ... it's really sexy!" I managed to whisper as I slowly calmed down from the peak of my excitement. "Wicked!" For a while I rested on him, not wanting to withdraw, simply savouring those last moments of bliss. But I couldn't stay there much longer as I was really too heavy for him as he lay in what was certainly an uncomfortable position. So, I slowly eased back, carefully pulling my cock from its slippery lair. Looking down, I saw the usual mess on my cock and of course, his arse was not the pretty sight it had been earlier! "There ... that's it!" I whispered up at him. "Ok?" "Ok ... was it any good John? Did you like doing it? " "What a silly question! Of course I loved it ... there's no way I can say thanks enough for letting me do it." He was about to drop his legs back onto the bed but that wouldn't really do! So, I held out my arms, "Get up ... come here!" With my help, he managed somehow to kneel up and as I lay down, I pulled him gently on top of me for another very passionate kiss. It lasted a long time, my hands slipping down onto his warm little bottom as he hugged me tightly. Not surprisingly, I could feel his hard cock pressed against me: although I hadn't touched him whilst fucking him, he was very worked up by then and obviously in great need of another orgasm. I wanted to suck him off but so tightly were we cuddling that a lot of the mess I had made when fucking him was being transferred to his body and I certainly didn't want to waste time washing - he was far too aroused for that! - and although I could easily have wanked him off, it was obviously easiest to give him his much needed climax by rubbing his cock against me. So I hugged him even more closely as he started almost automatically to move his hips about on top of me. Pulling his lips from mine, he stared into my eyes, his expression hard to decipher, whispering, "Je t'aime!" before resting his head on my shoulder. My hands on his buttocks were easily able to help him move about, working his cock against me increasingly urgently, Francois quickly working himself up to his orgasm. "Come on darling Francois ... I love you very much an' I want you to be all sexy ... keep on ... there's a good sexy boy, I love you so much you sexy boy!" I continued to whisper such inane comments into his ear as he fast approached his orgasm and when I judged that he was almost there, I pushed my finger back into his arse, my hands also pushing him harder against me as between our bodies, his cock suddenly throbbed strongly. He gasped loudly and I could feel not just the rapid beating of his heart but also the very strong throbs in his cock as he rubbed it almost desperately against me. He clung very tightly to me as his orgasm surged through his body - obviously a very much enjoyed one and so of course, very enjoyable for me as well. "That's a sexy boy, very sexy, my sexy Francois!" I continued to murmur as I held him tightly to me - that almost unnecessary as he was clinging to me almost desperately, his hips continuing to press his jerking cock against me as he enjoyed those few timeless moments of pleasure. Although quickly still I could hardly let him go, almost overwhelmed by what we had been doing together. Our first fuck had been quite incredible and even now in my arms was a beautiful boy slowly recovering from his own much enjoyed orgasm. "There's a good sexy boy Francois ... just lovely my sexy darling ... I love you very much you know!" He merely grunted some reply now lying still on top of me as he moved from his state of orgasmic pleasure to one of simply enjoying being naked in my arms again. But, although we both wanted that embrace to last, there was one side effect of our love-making! After a while, Francois lifted his head, smirked wickedly, but muttered, "Let go ... I need a shit after what you did up my bum!" He tried to wiggle away but for a moment, I held him, "I didn't do anything ... we made love like that ... and it was fantastic!" Pausing I asked, "What was it like for you though? Did I hurt you at all?" "Not really ... it wasn't too bad but," he giggled, "I felt a bit silly with you on me like that. Next time, you'll have to lie on me properly ... you're not too heavy I suppose!" I could hardly believe that he was in fact offering a repeat performance, but I suppose that having discovered that it really wasn't painful, it was now, for him, just another way we could enjoy having fun together. My thoughts were disturbed by Francois trying to wriggle out of my embrace so, perhaps reluctantly, I let him go. "That's better ... I'll use your loo!" he climbed off the bed, grimacing at me as we saw the state of his cock! "Then we'll have a shower!" he turned and ran into my bathroom making no effort to close the door as he made for the loo! Reflecting on what had happened for a few moments, I climbed off the bed and went to join him. My appearance produced yet another sign of how close we were, Francois not seeming to care at all that I should watch him perched on the loo whilst he performed that normally very private act. "You look disgusting!" he commented as he indicated my flaccid cock and the mess all round it. "Turn the shower on, an' I'll join you!" I did so, soaping myself thoroughly under the warm spray. Francois made a nominal gesture towards wiping his bum but realised that he didn't really need to and was soon jumping into the shower to join me. I tried to cuddle him, but he slipped out of my arms, reaching for the soap to wash his bottom very carefully and then his own - surprisingly small looking - cock. "There ... that's a clean boy!" I kissed his forehead as I reached behind for the tap and as the water stopped, I slid my arms round his wet body for a damp hug. "Not here silly!" he whispered as he wriggled out of my embrace. Grasping his cock, he began to rub it as he demanded, "Let's get dry ... then you've got to suck me off again!" I was surprised at his request but as I had already discovered, that afternoon he was in a very sexy mood! "Ok, I'll do that as much as you want!" He stepped out of the shower, picked up a towel and as he started to dry, he whispered, "You're just a dirty old man! Doing all these sexy things to me!" I glared at him but remembering my earlier comment, he playfully held the towel down over his genitals. "You dare do that!" he grinned happily as he had an idea, "Or I'll bite yours off as well!" he giggled as he continued to dry himself. Leaving the shower, I found a towel and started as quickly as I could to get dry myself. Francois finished first and, throwing his towel over me, he scampered off back to my bed. By the time I had disentangled myself, finished drying and was ready to join him, I discovered that he had already settled down to the task in hand - his hand already moving up & down his once more very stiff cock at quite a rate! It would have been nice to watch him going all the way, but he saw me and demanded, "Come and suck me off ... or I won't ever let you bum me again!" I couldn't refuse - for at least two reasons! "Sex maniac!" I muttered as I went over to the bed where, sitting on the side, I grasped his leg, "But show me how you do it Francois!" He wiggled about rather lasciviously, "Why?" he grasped his cock and bent it downwards, trapping it between his legs so as to hide it from me! "There ... no more for you! Anyway, I don't want a wank ... I want to be sucked off again!" His expression changed from one of playfulness to one of utter seriousness, "An' you make it feel good when you do it to me!" Opening his legs, his cock sprang up and slapped back against his belly, but before I could do anything, Francois grasped it and did as I had asked, pulling his foreskin up & down vigorously as he enjoyed showing off to me. "See, you just love wanking don't you?" "Of course I do ... you always told us at school that we should do it whenever we're feeling sexy and I really feel sexy today, even after you've bummed me!" Francois became quite serious, "You won't tell anyone you've done it to me will you though? It's our secret isn't it John?" "Course I won't tell ... do you think I'm stupid or something! No- one's going to find out about anything we've done together ... you mustn't tell either! You understand don't you?" He looked even more serious, "Mais oui ... but it's stupid! It doesn't affect anyone else ... and I love what we do so why should anyone make a fuss? It's just stupid really!" "I know ... but back at school you've got to be careful!" "Suppose so!" Releasing his cock he pulled my hand down to replace his, "But only if you suck me John ... please!" he sounded desperate so I simply nodded and moved down the bed into position to give him the pleasure of a blow-job! "That's nice ... very sexy ... an' very hot now!" I whispered as I lowered my head to his groin. Tugging his foreskin back, I began to play my tongue all round the tip of his cock, enjoying myself thoroughly, very pleased by his sigh of delight. I was in no hurry to suck properly so I just played my tongue all round his cock, up & down the firm shaft, over his balls and even over those delightful wisps of hair he was starting to grow. Glancing up, I saw that he was by then far away, eyes closed and hands grasping the bedclothes - time for more serious fellatio! Taking his cock into my mouth, I started to move my head up & down, wanking him with my lips as my tongue played all round his glans. I was trying very hard to give the boy I had so recently fucked as much pleasure as possible, to give as strong an orgasm as I could to my lover, that being one way for thanking him for what I had just enjoyed inside him. After just a minute or so of serious sucking, he was there and I felt him push his hips hard up at me as his cock began to throb between my lips. He clutched my head as he held me in place, whimpering loudly as his pleasure surged through his body which was jerking about almost uncontrollably. As always I got tremendous pleasure from giving a boy such an orgasm, but my fun was clearly nothing compared with the feelings Francois was obviously enjoying! Moaning my name, his body bounced up & down almost violently making it difficult to hold his cock in my mouth. I knew enough about his orgasms by then to know that I should just hold him still, giving his glans the lightest of flicks with my tongue. But my fingers closed round the base to squeeze him and the strength of the throbs there was really quite amazing - the best orgasm yet I felt! Knowing that whenever I sucked him, his cock quickly became too sensitive to allow me to work on it for much longer, I held my lips round it a bit more firmly and slowly lifted my head, pulling up his foreskin as I did so. Looking at his cock briefly, I saw that his glans was now so enlarged from my sucking that his silky foreskin could but cover part of it, an amazing sight really! But I then moved up the bed so that I could pull him to me, Francois relaxing against me as I slid my arms round him. He was still very hot and was instantly rubbing his cock firmly against my belly, those movements though gradually subsiding as he enjoyed his last seconds of bliss. I wanted to kiss him but he had rested his head against my shoulder so I simply whispered in his ear my love for him. "There my wonderful boy ... that was lovely wasn't it? Really sexy, you sexy lovely boy!" In reply, there came just a sigh so I simply held him close, content after such a highly erotic session of lovemaking to lie with him in my arms. We were in that wonderful state of almost being asleep, perhaps we did fall off and in fact, we were there for a long time, neither of us caring about anything except being there with each other. Our rude awakening came when we heard the front door slam. Francois rolled away from me his expression showing how instantly scared he was. We both guessed what had happened. "Anne-Marie!" he muttered as I tried to recall her name! "Don't worry!" I whispered to the rather scared looking boy, "Go into my bathroom for a moment ... I'll see what she's doing! I don't suppose she'd come in here or your bedroom either, I'll go and talk to her in the kitchen whilst you go to your room and dress ... Ok?" He agreed to my plan so I stood up and lifted him to his feet. Still looking very nervous, he went to hide as I picked up my dressing-gown. "Stay there!" I whispered, "Don't worry!" I left him to find Anne-Marie, nervous myself but perhaps sub-consciously realising by his reactions just how keen he was that we should never get caught enjoying each other's naked bodies! Anne-Marie had gone straight into the kitchen but was quite happy to chat with me, especially as I was able to tell her full details of the family situation. I explained my state of undress simply by telling her that we had got back very hot and needed to shower - he usually took ages at that, she informed me with a laugh! In fact, Francois soon appeared, fully dressed. But he had found some other items from his wardrobe to amaze me. Those tight cut down jeans covered his hips but on top, he had found a sleeveless T-shirt that was too small for him, very tight round his chest and leaving several inches of bare flesh between it and his shorts. As he started to chat with Anne-Marie I excused myself and went off to get dressed. Whilst we waited for our meal, Francois insisted we watch TV eventually sitting on the floor between my legs as I sat in an arm- chair, his hands reaching up to hold mine in what was really a very loving gesture. The programmes were almost incomprehensible to me but I was content just to be there with my young lover. After our meal, he persuaded me to take him for a walk - more I think to show off his clothes to the world at large - but we were soon back, watching more boring TV! We eventually went to share my bed for the night, but neither of us needed to make love in any way content simply to be with each other for whatever time we could manage. Sadly, neither of us needed to remind each other of the fact that we only had one more day to enjoy before we were to be parted until the new term at school. ======= Tuesday was the last real day of my trip to Paris and those oh too brief few days spent living with a vivacious, sexy, 12 year-old called Francois. When I woke, with him somehow tangled up in the bed with me, he was still fast asleep and as I lay there, my mind went through all that happened in the last few days. The boy had, perhaps been almost keen to be seduced to me - he had sucked me off all the way and had finally allowed me the ultimate act of love. Wonderful memories and of course all this lovemaking would be repeated whenever we got the chance! At about half past eight, I decided that it was time to get up so I carefully slid from the bed and, trying not to disturb him, went to my bathroom where I managed to perform all the necessary morning rituals without waking my lover: in fact, he was very much asleep. Claire was due shortly and of course she should not find any signs of what had gone on the previous day! Various items of Francois' clothing were picked up and, having almost been made love to, were dumped on his bed. But then, I went back to my own room, discovering that he was just about coming to life. Slowly waking up, he was surprised to see me dressed but after greeting me, he threw back the sheet that had sufficed to cover us, proudly showing off his impressive morning erection! It looked prettier than ever and simply had to be kissed: that was not all he wanted and it was inevitable that he demanded what I already wanted to do! Crouching down by him, I quickly sucked him into my mouth and started work, wanting to make him come off quickly for various reasons! Sadly, our early morning love-making was interrupted by the sound of the front-door closing: Claire was right on time! "Merde! Fucking shit it!" Francois swore in frustration, pushing me away from him and pulling the sheet back up over his body, very scared that the maid might walk in on us! There was no chance of that but as the previous evening, we had the problem of Francois naked with me in my room. "Don't worry, I'll finish that off later!" I told him gently prodding the little mound he made in the sheet! "Tell you what, go and use my shower an' I'll go to your room and get your dressing-gown then you can go back there to get dressed. Ok?" He had no option really so as he went into my bathroom (firmly closing the door behind him!) I went first to see what Claire was doing (simply tidying up in the kitchen) and then to Francois' room to get his dressing-gown. Taking it back to him, I found him drying himself but when he dropped the towel I could see that he was still very erect! "What've you been doing!" I whispered as I grasped him, "Wanking again?" "Why shouldn't I?" he giggled, "Do it for me John ... please!" Somehow, I felt he really was asking simply for a wank and not a blow-job so I made him drop the towel and leaning back against the door, I slid my left hand round his slightly wet waist whilst the fingers of my other hand started to move his foreskin up & down. "There, that feels nice an' sexy! Ok?" Very worked up by then, he just grunted so I began to hold him a bit more firmly, moving my fingers up & down very quickly as I tried to bring him off. After my earlier sucking and his own wanking, he was quick to come and in almost no time at all he was gasping loudly as his cock throbbed strongly several times in my hand. "There ... that's a good boy Francois ... really good!" I whispered in his damp hair as he slumped against me, enjoying his simple pleasure to the full. "Oh ... John ... je t'aime ... John!" he was overcome by it all and I of course was very pleased by the way he murmured my name in so loving a way, at such a moment. What with all our cock-sucking in the last day or so, I had almost forgotten that simple pleasure of wanking a boy off, especially a quickie like that done standing up. Francois clung to me for support whilst he recovered from the peak of his enjoyment. Too quickly, he pushed my hand away from his body, grinning happily at me. "Chouette! I really needed that! It was great fun!" he was now a quite changed boy, now just a playful 12 year-old, simply my friend - even if he was still quite naked. Looking down, I saw that his cock had quickly lost its stiffness and even my attempt to touch it was gently rebuffed! "That's enough!" he ordered, "Later!" Opening the door, he went into my room and picked up his dressing-gown which I had dropped on my bed. As he pulled it round him, I told him, "Go and get dressed, Claire's in the kitchen and I'm sure she's made some coffee ... shall I go and get some croissants?" Agreeing to all that we quickly went our separate ways but I found it difficult to concentrate even on the simple act of going down in the lift - especially as it already held Francois' friend from upstairs who gave a shy smile of recognition! He would have perhaps been very surprised to discover that I'd just wanked off his friend and that thought made it hard for me even to remember where the boulangerie was! However, I was quickly back at the flat, finding Francois chatting happily to Claire in the kitchen. Once more, he had dressed to kill! Those impossible cut down jeans along with a denim shirt that he had left open, simply tying the tails round his waist! Apart from wanting to undress him to make love once more, I also needed my camera to record his beauty - that came later happily to relate! After breakfast, we left Claire to her work and after shopping for some more film for my camera, Francois suggested we go to the Bois once more, "So you can take lots of pictures of me ... we can even hide in the bushes and you can photo my penis!" He giggled at using such a word. "Sounds a great idea, but let's go somewhere else ... I know another park we can try out!" He was happy to go along with that so we took the Metro, eventually arriving at one of my favourite Parisian places, the Parc des Buttes Chaumont. Of course, it was quite new to Francois, although he was soon complaining that there was nowhere we could hide for the *naughty* photographs he wanted taken! That was partially solved by climbing up to the temple at the top of the island in the lake: there were few people about and up there, we were quite alone. Francois then soon had his shorts & shirt off, posing for a bit in his swimming trunks which were soon cautiously removed for me to record his naked beauty! Special attention was paid to his penis even as I recorded it, suddenly stood up - the fastest erection I've ever seen! At his insistence, I got in really close, as he wanted me to record those scanty wisps of pubic hair. Of course, with his cock almost brushing the camera lens, it had to be kissed but wisely I was soon sitting back on my heels, helping him to pull his trunks back up! He looked very appealing like that, his cock making an obscene bulge in the shiny yellow material! That erotic sight was also recorded fully! Inevitably, we were eventually joined up there by a young mother and two little girls, but we had had plenty of chance to sort out Francois' clothing. He had already put his shirt back on and his shorts I had hidden in my camera bag - once again, it was a very hot day and to be dressed in swimming trunks caused no eye to turn. We left the park and after a drink on the terrace of the cafe by the local Hotel de Ville, we took the Metro back to town, but on discovering the carriage to be empty, Francois insisted I take another picture of him, with his cock sticking out of his trunks, before he deigned to put his shorts back on! Back in the centre of Paris, we explored the shops at the Forum des Halles before once again walking up the infamous rue St Denis! Francois was really annoyed that he wasn't allowed in any of the porn shops but was satisfied when I eventually brought him another 'gift'! After lunch in the Marais, I took my young lover to visit the Palais de la Decouverte, another museum that fascinated him. I made sure that we attended the Electrostatics demonstration and I was pleased when the lecturer chose Francois as 'victim' for part of his show. "That was really great!" he told me as we later settled down for a very expensive drink on the terrace of a cafe on the Champs Elysees, "You've showed me so much you know ... thanks John!" I gave a knowing look at which he giggled, "Not that!" he took a sip of his vividly green drink, "Well, that as well ... that's been even more fun and ... thanks for all that as well!" "It's me who should thank you!" I told him seriously. "Why? It's only natural ... I suppose I've wanted to do it with you ever since you first told us things back at school!" Another green slurp, "Do you want to go home an' ... you know, bum me again? Or I'll suck you if you want!" "Of course I want ... but we don't have to spend all our time doing that do we?" "Why not? We haven't got much chance after today have we! What about when we get back to school though? We can be sexy again there can't we?" "Well, it'll be difficult ... very difficult really! But we'll work something out ... we can't spend a term with you only telling me about the sexy games you're getting up to with your friends!" "There'll be a lot of them! Just like last term," he said rather proudly, "I'm gonna ... !" "Careful!" I interrupted, glancing round to see if perhaps we might be overheard. Francois moved his head to mine and whispered in my ear, "Back to school, I'm gonna suck Peter Jenkins off, until he spunks up! Then I can tell you what his spunk tastes like!" "Sounds a good idea!" "Mais oui! But I'm sure he'd let you do it as well ... shall I ask him for you?" Oh the innocence of the boy! "No ... better not ... we'll just see what happens when we're back!" Summoning the waiter, I paid the over inflated bill and as we set off, I asked Francois once more just what he wanted to do: I wanted very much to go home and make love to him once more but I was trying not to be greedy in my demands on the boy! "What's the time?" he asked as we started walking up towards the Arc de Triomphe. "It's nearly four, Anne-Marie will be there about five she said, we're having an early supper! An' your father is going to phone about seven." "In that case ... I suppose we haven't time to get home and be safe for some fun before she comes ... let's go down to the Tour Eiffel again." I assumed he meant the Palais du Chaillot terrace so I steered us round to the bus stop to take us down to that interesting place! I think Francois was hopeful that he might see that boy again and in fact, we were both lucky! The attractive blond was there amongst the skate-boarders and Francois quickly engineered us to stand as close as we could to the group playing at the top of the steps that lead down to the gardens. As rapidly as I could, I fitted a telephoto lens to my camera and managed to get a couple of shots of the boy! I'm not sure if he noticed what I was doing but either way, he soon spotted us and to my surprise, smiled in our direction. "He seems to know you by now!" I told Francois, "I bet he's really sexy ... I'm getting jealous!" He laughed happily, "Why? But I bet he'd join us having a sexy time if I asked him! It would be fun being sexy with him, wouldn't it? You'd love to suck his cock wouldn't you?" "Course I would!" (I rather fancied some fresh boy-sperm that the blond would certainly be able to give me) "It's be great fun, but I prefer you Francois!" "I know ... 'cos you're a dirty old man!" He giggled, exaggeratedly holding his hands in front of his shorts. Lowering my head, I whispered, "Just wait until we get back home ... for saying that you're going to lose something you rather like! I bet they'll taste delicious!" He laughed, "I'll bite yours off as well if you do! Come on," he grasped my hand, "On y va! We can walk!" That surprised me as he was generally rather lazy about walking anywhere! But, it wasn't far and as we would have to wait until we were alone before we could make love in any way, there was no hurry to get home. "Ok, let's walk down to the gardens, then we can go along the river and then cut up through Passy." "D'accord ... come on then!" Francois impatiently grasped my hand and almost dragged me towards the steps. One reason for that I soon saw - that pretty boy was sitting on the wall and as we passed, he gave an even friendlier grin. "Don't you want to sex him up?" whispered Francois, "I do! It'd be fun to wank him off or watch you sucking his penis!" He turned and looked back at the blond who was watching us as we walked off: my young lover seemed to fancy the stranger more than I did! I was more cautious though! It would have been great to get tangled up with him in bed but for the moment, Francois was all I needed - as they say, *a bird in the hand* .......! "Well, it'd be fun, but there's no chance really, an' I'm just happy to be sexy with you Francois ... after all, I love you you know!" "Et je t'aime aussi ... beaucoup!" he whispered, blushing. But then smiling happily once more, he demanded, "Come on, let's get the Metro!" "No! We're going to walk!" So, we walked down to the Seine, passing under the Metro bridge and then soon round the back of an incredibly ugly building (some ministry or other) which squats on the quay-side. Inevitably, our conversation turned to sex, Francois very keen to work out some plan as to how we could continue to enjoy having fun when back at school. I don't think he really understood the problems involved, but I was very pleased at his insistence that something be worked out. "But you'll have all your friends to play with won't you?" I asked, testing his reaction. "Mais oui! But it's not the same as with you!" He replied in a very straight forwards way before falling silent. Very happy with what I had heard, I was content to walk with him in the late afternoon sun even more pleased when he took my hand in his. As expected, when we arrived back at his flat, we found Anne-Marie busy in the kitchen and so, for the first time for a few days, we were forced to separate for our showers! When finished, I wandered into Francois' room where I found him dressed just in a pair of rather brief white under-pants. He was ferreting around in a clothes-drawer, too engrossed to realise I was there. Silently walking over, I slid my arms round him and whispered, "Gotcha!" hugging him back against me. Starting almost violently, Francois swore as he tried to turn in my arms, then relaxing back against me. Then he turned his head slightly so that we could kiss and, feeling rather sexy myself, I slid a hand down his body to the front of his pants. Of course, his cock was flaccid but it felt wonderful simply to hold like that. "That's nice!" He whispered when our mouths separated, "But not now!" He pulled my hand from his pants and placed it on his chest. "What's the problem? Anne-Marie's far too busy to disturb us!" Sliding my hand down his body, I closed it over the front of his pants. "I love you a lot an' I love playing with this as well!" But again, he pulled me away. "Non!" he giggled, "C'est trop dangereux!" "Ok ... what are you doing?" "I must find some clothes to take to Lyon ... I'll have to wear my suit I suppose!" Easing himself out of my embrace, he turned and leaned back against the furniture. What was then very obvious was the fact that despite his rejection of my advance, he was more than a little aroused and the bulge in his pants looked inviting indeed! "You look very sexy like that ... let me get my camera!" He nodded so I rushed back to the hall where I had dumped my bag. Returning, I found him lying on his bed with his hand in his pants, wanking as best as he could inside them! Nervous as he was, he started when I came in, relaxing when he saw it was not Anne- Marie! "Take some pictures of me!" he demanded, "Quick though, just in case!" But I was already fixing the flash-gun to my camera! "Take your hand out and let me take some piccys of you, that's it, really sexy!" Francois was very good at posing and that afternoon, he excelled himself. I managed to get some superbly erotic shots of my lover even before he pulled his pants down! That he was only willing to do only after I had checked that Anne-Marie was still busy. After being told that our meal was almost ready, I went back to Francois and despite my reassurances, he was only prepared to pull his pants down to just below his balls (in itself a very sexy sight!) and to make sure we would not easily be disturbed, he leaned up against the firmly closed door! Of course apart from shots of him standing there looking very sexy, I also knelt down for some close-ups his cock looking so beautiful through the view-finder that I had to stop snapping away and suck it briefly! Sadly, he soon pushed me away, strangely enough just before there came a discreet knock on the door. Very scared, Francois shouted, "J'arrive!" pushing me away with one hand whilst with the other he tried to hide his now slightly damp erection inside his skimpy under-pants! Still looking nervous, he pulled on a shirt and a pair of jeans, refusing my offer of assistance! As expected, the meal was excellent although I'm sure I appreciated it more than my young lover! When Anne-Marie had served the dessert, I managed to persuade her that we would clear everything away and she could go if she wanted! I tried not to sound as if we wanted to get rid of her: somehow, I felt that I had succeeded. Hardly had we heard the front door closing behind her than Francois was reaching for my wineglass. Downing it in one swig, he muttered, "That's better!" wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Should you drink that really young man?" "Maman never lets me drink wine ... Papa does!" He reached for the bottle but almost as if on cue the phone rang - it was his father! The call was really for me and after giving me the handset, Francois disappeared! After reporting that all was well, I was given the details of our trip - seats had been reserved on the 10:00 TGV and that I had a flight booked from Lyon airport that afternoon. Instructions were also given as to what Francois was to bring, especially his best suit! As Francois had not yet re-appeared, I said good-bye but as I put the phone down, my boy-friend rejoined me, having removed all his clothes apart from his wonderfully sexy white pants! I reported all that his father had told me but as he listened, his stance changed almost infinitesimally slowly to one of utter voluptuousness, his head moving to one side, his hips thrusting out very slightly. Although he obviously wasn't erect yet, he had certainly arranged his cock in his pants so as to show up as much as possible through the thin material. Stopping in mid- sentence I reached out and placed the back of my hand flat against the front of his pants. "You know what you need young man?" Half grinning, he merely raised his eyebrows, so, before he could move, I slid my hands round his body and into the back of his pants, pulling him to me as I lowered my head to his. Whilst hugging him close, I was able to stroke his smooth bottom, pleased that he loved that caress as much as I did! His slim arms circled me and held me more tightly than he had ever yet done, hugging me as firmly as I hugged him! When we our mouths separated he rested his head against me but then lifted his face, his expression making his words almost superfluous! "Let's go to bed and we can sex each other up again! It's the last night we've got!" Of course, I wanted very much to make love once more to my young lover but for a moment, I simply hugged him tighter, pleased when he simply relaxed against me for a long cuddle. As we cuddled, he started to rub his pants against me and I soon felt that he was ready for action. Slipping a hand into the back of his pants, I squeezed his bottom as my other hand lifted his head, "You're a naughty boy, but I'm glad you are!" He giggled but as he wriggled out of my embrace, he ordered, "Come on! I want you to suck my cock again ... NOW!" But with another laugh, he pulled the front of his pants down to flash his erection at me, quickly snapping them back into place. "If you want me ... I'll be in your bed!" He smiled then ran off leaving me quite bemused. "Right ... I'll lock up then I'll join you!" As much as I wanted him, I had first to make sure that the flat was safe - still quite early there were no lights on but I took the wine back to the kitchen and into the fridge, checked all was well there, locked the front-door and finally turned to my bedroom. Francois had done as he had said, and I found him lying on his back under the sheet, his under-pants draped over his bedside clock. When I had closed the door behind me and turned back to him, I could clearly see that he had started wanking very rapidly, under the sheet, obviously finding the whole thing rather amusing! So did I! "Stop that nonsense!" I told him as I sat on the bed. He laughed at me and carried on, "Why should I? You can't stop me wanking, it's my dick!" "Oh can't I!" I fell onto him, grasping his arm through the sheet and trying to pull it away from his cock! He resisted and quickly we were involved in a mock fight on the bed, he soon doing his utmost to tangle me up in the sheet. But eventually, I managed to get free and I pulled the sheet down out of the way, then able to kneel over his legs. Francois wriggled about trying to dislodge me but then relaxed. Smiling up at me, he grasped his cock once more, "See! You can't stop me!" But I reached for his hand and firmly pulled it from his penis, then grasping both hands I leaned forwards, moving them up over his head as I lay down on top of him. "Yes I can!" I whispered as I softly kissed the tip of his nose, "You're far too young for wanking ... but not too young for being sucked though!" "Oh please! Suck it for me," he sighed, "You make it feel so sexy when you suck my dick!" "Not yet!" I released him and sat back on my heels, my hands on the tops of his legs, with my thumbs just under his balls, "You're lovely ... really lovely!" I told him as I began softly to caress his thighs. "You just love my cock ... not me!" he retorted. "It doesn't matter, 'cos I don't love you, just your big hairy thing!" His playful banter was another sign of his deep feelings towards me and the only sad thing that crossed my mind was that this was certainly the last night of real sex play we could enjoy for some time! But as my hands began to move all round his loins, we became silent. For the moment, I didn't touch his genitals but as I gently massaged him, his expression became very distant as he relished what I was doing. Of course, my eyes were soon back on his beautiful cock which was now jerking slightly with each heartbeat. Then, as he tensed his muscles his foreskin very slowly slid back to about half way down his glans, an amazingly erotic sight! "Get undressed," he whispered, "Then you can sex me up again, up my bum as well if you want ... hurry up!" he folded his legs up under me, trying to dislodge me but I was already climbing off him as I wanted very much to be as naked as he was. I think it was about the quickest I've ever undressed, Francois watching closely as I stripped, finally reduced to wearing just my pants which only just held my erection from his gaze. As much as I wanted him to remove them, I felt there was no time for such play, nor any need really as mutual nudity was not something new to us. So pulling my pants off (and placing them over his on the clock!) I rolled round onto the bed and hugged him to me, crushing his cock against mine as I pulled him on top of me. "There, my darling boy, that's better! I love you very much you know Francois, especially like this!" Lifting his head, he smiled happily, "Je t'aime aussi ... especially with your lovely big cock rubbing against mine like this! It's very sexy!" As he lowered his head to my shoulder, he started to wriggle about on top of me, rubbing his erection against me as we hugged each other. A slight re-arrangement and I had my cock held between his legs, almost being wanked that way by his bodily movements. "That's nice." he purred in my ear, "Do you want to spunk up like this? I don't mind!" There was no hurry, "Not just yet ... later, unless you're a good boy again Francois and you suck me off!" Lifting his head, he pulled a face, "Why should I suck that big hairy thing ... it spits in my mouth when I do!" He giggled, "Ok, I suppose I like doing it really ... but not yet, let's just stay like this!" There was nothing I wanted more - I was very happy with him on top of me like that, especially as I could also excite him by stroking his downy back and his wonderfully smooth buttocks. So, like that, we lay for some time, simply enjoying being naked in each other's arms and not in any need for the special pleasure of an orgasm. But Francois was not still on top of me, continually rubbing his cock against mine as he playfully wriggle about. My hands were not idle wither and stroked every inch of his body I could reach, gently and delicately caressing him, as much for my own pleasure as his! From time to time, he lifted his head from my shoulder and placed his lips on mine for another kiss but, passionate as they were, they never really lasted long as all Francois wanted was to cuddle. After a long time though, he lifted his head and, looking down at me rather distantly, he whispered, "Come on, my dick needs a wank now ... do it to me will you?" He rolled off me and as he snuggled up against me he grasped my hand and pulled it to his waiting erection. It was wonderful play with him once more and although I would have liked to suck him off, I knew that all that he needed was the simple pleasure of a nice sexy wank. Well, that was something I was more than happy to do for him, even though it could not last long! Besides, I was already getting very aroused my self and this would give me the chance to cool off a bit! "Ok Francois ... let's see how sexy I can do you" I whispered as I started to wank him, wanting to give my young lover as much pleasure as I could. "Ooh ... c'est bon ca ... !" he shuddered in pleasure, "Ooh ... I really love you John!" he whispered, "Especially when you're sexing me up like this! It's just great!" "Et je t'aime aussi mon petit Francois! Beaucoup, tu sais!" I told him as I worked away on his lovely cock which felt utterly superb! As always when masturbating a boy, I had two almost opposing thoughts - to make it last as long as possible so that I can enjoy playing with his hard dick, or make him come so that I could watch his spunk shooting out as I also saw and heard his reactions to the pleasure he was getting from his orgasm. Francois' orgasm was of course going to be dry, but that didn't solve that dichotomy! My fingers seemed to be in charge, wanking him at a steady slow rate, changing their grip round his stiff penis from time to time as they tried to make it even sexier for him. Francois' reactions showed all too well how much he was enjoying this erotic treatment, my young lover finding it hard to breathe in any sort of steady manner as his tension inexorably rose. What was happening was wonderful - masturbating a boy is always a pleasure and a privilege, but when it's one you love and who loves you in return, then it's almost overwhelming. Happily, it took some time but eventually, he was there. As a loud, half-suppressed whimper came from his mouth, his cock jerked strongly in my hand, my young lover unable to control his movements as he bounced about on the bed. Several more very strong throbs followed, Francois pushing his cock up into my hand as his orgasm rippled through his body. It was an amazing climax really, especially so considering how many he had enjoyed over the last few days with me, not even spoiled for me by the fact that he wasn't now covering his tensed up belly with droplets of warm white boy-cream. His whimpers of delight were something very special to me and I was pleased to be able to watch & hold him as he enjoyed this amazingly powerful orgasm: each one I gave him seemed more powerful than the last! I slowed right down in what I was doing to him. As he continued to moan my name whilst panting for breath, there was only one thing to do. So, after wanking him in short sharp jerks for a few moments, I let go and pulled him to me, wrapping my arms round him and pulling his lithe young body to me in a very tight embrace. Francois had calmed down enough to allow that but still very aroused, he started to rub himself against me, the feel of his still throbbing cock very exciting for us both. So much so that as my own tension had hardly diminished whilst I had been wanking him it was not surprising that as I held him close, the feel of his stiff cock pressed up against mine was enough to make me reach my much needed orgasm. Suddenly I started to grunt and moan in his ear as I began to pump my sperm against his warm body. It was an orgasm to match his, Francois by then recovered enough to realise what was happening and do his best to make it even more exciting for me, rubbing himself very lasciviously against me as he whispered, "Dirty sexy man ... love you John ... je t'aime beaucoup!" After those initial spurts, I managed to slide my tongue into his mouth, for another wonderful kiss, Francois showing how much he loved me and that he knew I loved him as well. There was nothing more to do or say, just to lay there wrapped damply together and enjoy the feel of each other's body. I was overwhelmed by it all and couldn't even dare think that we were about to be separated by things totally beyond our control. We eventually fell asleep in each other's arms, Francois' last half-muttered words being "Love you!" THE END (July 1994) [ps hope the French is correct -even without the accents] ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com