Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2020 18:32:59 +0800
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Europe with Spartacus 14

The story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and is
completely fictional. Ivar is a youngster of the writer's imagination, and
so are the men he meets on his `educational journey'.

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Europe with Spartacus

Chapter 14

French Riviera (1975)

Ivar felt like a star when Ken drove the red open-top sports car out of
Nice. They were going west and Ken had three choices: the highway, the old
main road or the coastal road. He wanted to show Ivar the Mediterranean
landscape and the beautiful coast so he chose the slower, coastal road even
though it could be very crowded from time to time, and often a nightmare
for a foreign driver.

Ivar had used the lunch break to read the relevant pages in his Spartacus
Guide, not exclusively of gay interest, but Ken had promised that he should
be able to visit most places during the next two days.

"Read out your list, Viking!" Ken loved to have Ivar close. His hand
touched the boy's knee and upper leg every time he changed gear. The whole
event - the sun, his partly-naked body, and Ken's touching - made Ivar
horny. He'd had no real sex, only a suck and wank earlier that day. Now his
cock was tenting the tight shorts.

"The Provençal Farmers' Market and the Picasso museum in Antibes," Ivar
read. "The famous Croisette, plus the Film Institute, and Europe's oldest
gay pub Zanzibar, all in Cannes." He went on. "The Roman Theatre in Frejus,
and perhaps Brigitte Bardot's beach in St. Tropez."

"Hold on, Norwegian! I have only two days. I promised Henrik to be back in
Paris in three days. He's damn jealous because you fucked me!" Ken looked
at the boy with hair like a cloud in the wind.

Ivar just grinned. "And I want to visit one of the red beaches between
Cannes and Saint Raphael," he said. "I hope we can find a naturist one! I
would love to swim naked in the salt water here. And I dream about hot sex
with you on the sand!" Ivar touched Ken's bulge.

"Okay, babe. We will visit Antibes and Cannes today. The Croisette -- the
beach promenade -- is a sight in the evening. Many of the beaches in the
Massif des Maures -- the red mountains as your guidebook calls the area -
sit in shadows in the afternoon so we will go there tomorrow, and I want a
lot of nude pictures in the wilderness around there!" Ken let his hand rest
close to Ivar's crotch. The lad moved closer to his French-Canadian
companion.

"You're the boss. I love all you are offering me. Just hope I can give you
some joy in return!" Ivar combed his hair with his fingers.

"You do, all the time, but feel free to live your own life. You are real
bait and there's a lot of hunters around!" Ken used two fingers to squeeze
Ivar's leftie.

"Biot!" Ivar pointed at the sign indicating right. "There is a famous
glass-mill there with very special glassware."

"You know the area better than me. We may drop in on the return journey
tomorrow." Ken changed gear and the car speeded up. The traffic was less
heavy now and they would soon reach Antibes. Just before changing lane for
the city centre Ken turned left for a huge fortress.

"I hope to take some nude shots here, Ivar! And I want the skyline of
Antibes and the harbour with the luxurious yachts as a background." After
Ken had parked the car, he hurried up the hill carrying a single camera.

"Did you know that Emperor Napoleon was a prisoner here in Fort Carré?"
Ivar asked as he looked down on Ken. He had spurted upstairs while Ken was
breathing heavily. "But how can you shoot nude pictures here with all the
visitors around?

"I have an idea. My Cannes' colleague told me yesterday. But let's take
some shirtless photos first. The sun is coming in from your left. Push your
shorts a bit lower and the shadow will emphasise your nice bulge." Ken
worked even though some tourists stopped and took some pictures of Ivar as
well.

"Come with me. We'll try something illegal!" Ken grinned and pressed his
body through a hole in the fence. The small roofless room had walls on
three sides and a marvellous view to the Antibes skyline behind the city
walls.

"Hurry up. Strip off before somebody finds us!" The naked Ivar knew what to
do. He placed his naked body with his back to Ken, then he lifted his arms
as if he was worshipping the sun and the sea.

"Great Ivar, superb. You think you can manage to stay flaccid for once? I
will shoot a full frontal too." Ken watched Ivar turn around. His cock
wasn't flaccid, but the half-hard version would be good in a photoset he
hadn't told Ivar about yet.

"Close your eyes, boss." Ivar commanded. Ken hesitated. "Go on, don't be
nervous!" Ken did as he was told. Ivar, still naked, went up to Ken and
stripped him of his city-shorts and underwear before he knelt in front of
him.

"Take a photo while I suck you, please. A nice souvenir for me of Antibes."
Ivar took Ken's half-hard dick between his lips. A short time later and the
man was fully erect. Ivar placed Ken's cockhead in front of his wet lips; a
perfect picture.

"You should have been a porn-star," Ken commented.

"You know a porn company? Some around here?" Ivar was curious.

"Ask my colleague tonight, Ivar! He knows the market. Let's leave now, eh?"
Ken hesitated as if he was waiting for something.

"Hands on the stone wall. Bend over!" Ivar took command again. He spat in
his palm and worked the spit into Ken's arse. Then he licked his fingers
and opened his boss.

Ten minutes later Ivar sent his jizz deep inside Ken's body. Then he turned
him around and took care of his cock. He soon received a huge load of
man-cream and swallowed every single drop.

"It's a shame we didn't have the stand for the camera." Ivar said. "We
could have taken some pictures of me fucking you here in the fortress."

"You should end this silly backpack trip and come with me back to Paris,
Ivar. Maybe we could persuade Henrik to make a porn movie and be rich!" Ken
grinned.

"Has he ever done such a thing?" Ivar asked.

"No, but we have never had a porn-star like you in our house either! But
dress now, baby, before we get arrested here. Maybe the hidden cameras are
working!" He pointed at some rusty screws at the top of the wall.

***


"I'm sorry that the farmers' market is closed for the day, but we will stop
for a beer soon." The pair walked through the old gate and headed for the
front of the Picasso Museum.

"I want a shirtless photo here, and one down by the sea, and then I hope we
could take a swim in the sheltered beach a little further along. I trust
you brought a swimsuit. It's a family beach, you know!" Ken grinned.

"I guess I could swim naked here. I am just a kid after all. You have even
shaved my pubic hair, and I only have dry cummings!" Ivar was very
aroused. He felt like a prince.

"You'd better wait until tomorrow. We'll try to find a nude beach then."
Ken bought beers after the shirtless shots. Again some tourists took
private photos.

"You have some interest in Pablo Picasso?" Ken changed the topic of
conversation.

"I have; he's my favourite artist," Ivar replied. "He has a huge picture on
one of the walls at the Government Headquarters in Oslo, carved in concrete
by a Norwegian artist. And I wrote my final high school paper about the
civil war in Spain starting with Picasso's painting `Guernica.'

"Wow!" Ken said. This Ivar, the dancing and fucking Viking prince, seemed
to have a very serious academic side too.

"Let's go to the beach now!" Ivar said. They had passed through the rather
small Picasso collection. Ken shot plenty of pictures on the street balcony
overlooking the beach, and later some photos on the top of the city wall.

***


It was early evening when the red sports car tried to find a parking spot
in the centre of Cannes. "With accreditation only," the sign said.

"We can park here?" Ivar was suddenly the law-abiding youngster from the
small Norwegian town well-known for parking tickets.

"I'll go and look for my colleague. You wait with the car, babe!" Ken
grinned and left. Half an hour later he was back with a bearded man in his
fifties.

"Please meet the king of the paparazzi," Ken said as he pushed the man
forward. "Meet my model and lover!" Ivar blushed and looked down, then he
found the arriving man's warm and smiling eyes.

"Nice to meet you, sir." Ivar was very formal, and was met very formally
too. "Neither model nor lover!" he added. "But Ken takes good care of me;
and I am very happy to be here in Cannes."

"How did you get the accreditation, Will?" Ken looked at the man's access
card.

"I fucked for it!" The man called Will grinned. "Let's find the best pizza
in town. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? Then we can plan your night in
Cannes." Will was in front when they reached the western side of the
harbour. They were welcomed in a huge Italian restaurant with a nice view
to the yacht harbour and the Film Institute.

"You are familiar with the film festival, young man?" Will slowed down the
eating.

"Yeah, I follow the show on tv every year, but I don't know so much about
international films. Most of the news reports are about an actress
stripping or something," Ivar said with a grin.

"That's Will's job!" Ken thumped the man's shoulder. "He both creates and
reports for the tabloids."

"You know, Ivar, very few movies are shown in the main building over
there. It's more like a presentation centre. The new movies are shown all
over town, some in big theatres and others in small saloons." Will talked
with his hands and body. "I know of an interesting show tonight in one of
the small salons. I took Ken there yesterday and he thought it would be of
interest to you too."

"What's the theme?" Ivar was curious.

"Nudity in mainstream European movies," Will replied without emotion. "Not
only gay stories, but a lot of cute actors on screen. Ken told me you are a
good performer yourself!"

"Well, that has to be his judgement, but I would love to go with you, sir."
Ivar was still very formal.

"Okay, but we have work to do first!" Ken erupted. "We'll start with some
shirtless shots on the broad stairs to the Film Institute. If it's not too
dark, I would then like to take pictures of you along the Croisette. I
think they run the light-organ with changing colours tonight. I would like
to make an experiment."

Ivar felt like an exhibitionist when he entered the stairs in nothing but
his tight red shorts. People stopped at the square below. "A lady told
another that you were a Swedish actor!" Ken grinned when he spoke to Ivar
afterwards. "Maybe you have a twin out there!"

"I have Swedish hair!" Ivar combed his hair with both hands. The blond hair
had turned light yellow in the Mediterranean sunshine. Ivar didn't see
this, but Will, the paparazzi, continued to take pictures all the time.

"We'll try a fully nude one now!" Ken said. "Please sit on the wall
watching the beach and then take off your shorts. I will shoot from
behind. I don't think people will mind. Not too many around."

Ivar was not comfortable, as some screaming girls hurried by. Then he saw
Will shooting from the beach with his zoom lens. Ivar closed his eyes,
moaned and wanked his semi-hard cock long enough for the paparazzi to focus
and take a few photos. Ken threw Ivar the shorts. "Crazy Viking!" he said.

"But a very hot one!" Will added. He was beside them now.

"Too dark for my camera now," Ken said. "I have to find a telephone box and
have a chat with Henrik before he grows crazy. I will see you after the
movie-show. Will is happy to escort you!" Ken squeezed his colleague's left
buttock.

"But I'm not dressed for a movie-theatre," Ivar said. He was still wearing
his posing shorts and just a cut-off t-shirt.

"You are perfectly dressed, young man! Let's take a walk through the
Institute first. They have a tremendous collection of movie posters and
there is a great view from the roof garden." Will put a hand on Ivar's
shoulder and let him enter the huge building.

"What's your favourite movie genre?" Will asked when they entered the
exhibition area.

"As a kid I watched all the Western movies that came to our small cinema,
but nowadays I prefer crime and horror, like most youngsters I guess." Ivar
stopped in front of a group of posters from Hitchcock's movies. "Psycho is
my absolute favourite!"

"Movies are more political these days!" said Will. They stopped in front of
a poster from the 1975 winner; a film about the Algerian war. "Ken told me
you had met some tough young students in Paris, so you know the subject."

"I did, but mostly l I felt sorry for them." Ivar did not want to complain.

"But now for the entertainment! Let's hurry." The man touched Ivar's
buttocks.

The contrast between the Croisette and the darker back streets was great. A
small sign on the old building just said BIO. The pair went inside using a
side-door and Will just showed his card to a security guard. The salon was
dark, the movie was about to start. It was a small theatre, perhaps fifty
seats, and most of the seats were double, like small couches. Will chose a
double seat on one of the rear rows. Ivar was able to look around now after
his eyes had become used to the dim light. There were probably ten viewers,
mostly mature men, but some accompanied by younger guys. In front of them
was a well-dressed lady and a very dark youngster.

The show started with clips from German movies and then went on to French
classic films. Ivar recognised some beautiful young French actors. He had
been aroused since the nude posing at the beach; and now his cock struggled
inside the tight shorts. He had to spread his legs and try to adjust his
bulge.

"Please let me help you," Will whispered. "Come closer!" Ivar moved without
looking at the man. He concentrated on watching two youngsters swimming
nude in a pond while a man was pretending to wank in the shadow. An adult
hand squeezed Ivar's cock and balls. He was really excited, thinking about
Trym, his mate at home, and their fantasy about wanking each other in the
local cinema. Their only action had been secret touching.

"Please play with me, sir. I'm damn horny!" Ivar whispered.

"I know, kid. I am too. Let me undress you." Will started to pull down
Ivar's tight shorts. He looked around. Nobody could see them. The coloured
man in front had his head in the lady's lap. Ivar couldn't see his head. It
was covered by her skirt, while her gloved hand had opened his front and
was jerking his huge black cock.

Ivar helped Will to pull his shorts down. The wet cock pointed upwards and
wanted service. Still without looking at the man Ivar found his zip and
pulled it down. Will helped by opening the belt and freeing his own
weapon. Now Ivar had to turn away from the screen. He looked at the bearded
man who smiled a broad and inviting smile.

"Please help yourself, kid!" He put a hand behind Ivar's head and forced
him down on the waiting man-cock; a hairy, male-smelling man-cock. Ivar
felt his own cock pumping. He knew that if he couldn't cool down he would
send his cream over the inviting fellow beside him. A roar from the screen,
a man got his cock cut off in an Italian movie; that was enough distraction
to help Ivar stop his ejaculation. Ivar dived into Will's lap and gave him
a short and hard suck. The man was not too difficult to please. His cock
was long and thin, and Ivar gave him a taste of his speciality, a real
throat-fuck.

Ivar turned his attention to the movie again. They showed some teasers from
a movie called Caligula. Ivar had read that the film was banned and had to
be re-made. Will pulled off Ivar's t-shirt. The Norwegian lad was naked
now, except for his trainers. Will bent down and found Ivar's nipples. He
bit them hard. The boy's roars were hardly heard above the sound from the
crazy movie.

"Please ride me, boy. Do it now. Come on, I'll help you. Spit on my cock!"
Will turned Ivar around and used his fingers to open him. He used spit to
prepare the boy-cunt and then he lifted Ivar from the seat, spread his
legs, and helped him sit down, taking the cock deep inside. Ivar cried
again, but the sound from the screen was drowning his yell. He felt Will
come from behind and use one hand to play with his nipples. The other hand
jerked his cock that had softened a bit after the dry penetration. The pain
changed soon to heat.

"I wish I could piss!" Ivar thought. To be wanked by an older man while
pissing had been a real turn-on for the lad who had been followed to the
bathroom in Copenhagen every morning by his old host. Just the thought made
his cock fully hard again, and he started to ride Will, who kissed and bit
his shoulders, his neck and his hair from behind. On the screen Caligula
fucked his sisters. That was not a turn-on for Ivar but the eight naked
slaves around had god-like bodies and big dicks. Ivar knew he was reaching
an orgasm. Suddenly he looked down at the couple in front of him. The black
youngster was spitting his boy-milk all over the lady's gloved hand. His
head was bobbing up and down as he tongue-fucked his female companion. The
lady looked at the dripping hand for some seconds and then licked the spunk
as if it was candy.

"I have to... I have to..!" Ivar squeezed his arse-muscles. Will used two
fingers to try and close the foreskin but it was no use. He had to cup his
other hand for the load that was shooting from the horny youngster. Ivar
moaned again and again. His orgasm was not a fake. The young black man in
front showed his face now, and gave Ivar a white smile. He showed off his
tongue as if the was licking something. Ivar took the signal and played
with the jizz in Will's hand before he licked it with pleasure.

Ivar heard Will's breathing and wheezing, and he felt that he was pounding
him from below now. Both of them had more to give. Ivar turned around, and
let Will penetrate him again. With his knees on the sofa beside the man's
hips, Ivar fucked him with his tight boy-cunt. The movie was about to
finish, the music was coming to a crescendo when Will sent his huge
man-load deep into the visiting Viking, who responded with a second cumming
and soaked the man's shirt and beard. The movie showed the end credits when
the two hugged tight.

"Do you have to go back to Nice tonight?" Will asked Ken when they met
outside the Film Institute.

"I have to, but I know Ivar would like to see the Zanzibar, so…" Ken
started.  "Ivar may stay overnight by me, if he wants to. You plan to go
further west tomorrow, you told me.  Can't you pick him up from me tomorrow
morning?" Will was eager for more action.

"What do you say, Ivar? Maybe Will would like to show you more than just a
movie?" Ken grinned. "He loves to play nude in his pool, and he is very
fond of young flesh!"

Ivar blushed and did not know what to say. He could not turn Will down but
he loved Ken's company too.

"I think I'd prefer to go back to our hotel and find a change of
clothes. Couldn't we both meet you tomorrow night, sir? I would love to see
your home." Ivar smiled at Will.

"Good idea, boy!" Will answered. He looked at Ken. "Can't you just take a
nightcap with me in the bar. You will probably find some coffee for
yourself, Ken. You have to drive safe, you know." He patted Ivar's
butt. The case was settled.

"You probably know that Zanzibar is the oldest gay bar in France, maybe in
all Europe!" Will stated when they reached the rather anonymous looking
building.

"Opened in 1885!" Ivar remarked. He knew his Spartacus Guide. "Interesting
that men could meet here, while gayness still was criminalised in other
parts of Europe."

"But strange today here in Cannes!" Will continued. "Mostly older men come
here with younger partners. The youngsters party together at the discos and
clubs. In our androgynous world there are not the same need for gay bars."

Ivar was not in the mood for arguing, even if he had seen the need for
places for gay people in many cities already. Now he just followed the
local man into a smoke-filled, dimly-lit, brown bar. Many eyes followed the
three new guests. Ivar thought he was being undressed by the looks he
received and blushed next to Ken who had put an arm around his hips.

Two beers and a shot later and Ivar was turning into his bar mode, dancing
in front of the jukebox. A black youngster came up to him; the guy from the
cinema. "Hey amigo!" He lifted his hand for a high-five, and Ivar responded
appropriately. Ken and Will were in some discussion by the bar. "Hot show
in the cinema just now!" He grinned. "How much did he pay you?"

"Paid?" Ivar was one big question. "I wasn't paid, I'm not a…call boy!
Just a tourist!"

"Okay, okay. Sorry, amigo! All the boys here are paid you see, more or
less! Hanging around the `money'." He grinned again.

"You too? The lady wasn't your girlfriend?" Ivar made himself seem more
stupid than he was.

"I'm a gigolo. I'm the best around." He grinned even more. His beautiful
white teeth were a contrast to his dark-brown skin and black curly hair.

"But why are you here at a gay bar then?" Ivar whispered. Some older men
had started to show interest in the odd couple.

"Easier money!" The young man smiled. "The old chicks pay well, but they
want to own your soul. And my soul is not for sale, only my cock and my
ass; the cock for a girl and my ass for a rich man. You see, white boy?"

"But what if you fell in love?" Ivar asked the boy who now danced body to
body with the Norwegian visitor.

"I never fell in love, honey. I love myself!" He grabbed his crotch with
both hands.

"I need to have a piss! Too much beer." Ivar stopped.

"I'll follow you!" The black guy pushed Ivar into the toilets and jammed a
wooden stick under the door to keep it locked. Then he placed himself
beside Ivar. "You want some service?" He looked at Ivar's stiff cock while
rolling out his own dick.

"Wank me please, while I piss!" Ivar said. "How much?"

"Free for you, amigo. Free if you give me your white juice too!" The lad
grabbed Ivar's cock just when the yellow stream started. Ivar answered by
squeezing the other youngster's hanging balls and half-hard cock.

Minutes later some white drops of cum followed the yellow stream down into
the old trough. The black guy licked his fingers. "Thanks for the company,"
he said. "I have to spare my cock for the next lady. Maybe I'll see you
around?" He left. Two elderly men, just outside the door, cursed him
because he had locked the door. Ivar understood that the lad had done this
before. He managed to fill his tight shorts with his used weapon and
grinned at the entering men.

***

"Thank you for guiding me, sir!" Ivar gave Will his hand. The man answered
with a tight hug. "Tomorrow night, no swimsuit," he said.


To be continued