Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2015 22:08:09 +0000 From: James Subject: Month in Marseille-Submission 2 Month in Marseille- submission 2 27th July, 2016 (part 2) I'll start off by finishing off telling you what happened last night. As you'll remember Agnes and Jac were going out for their anniversary meal somewhere in the centre of Marseille. They ended up going to this really posh restaurant called Le Bistrot d'Edouard. Turns out he'd been planning it for weeks and even booked a room in the city for the night. When I was sat outside taking to Jac he asked if I would mind keeping an eye on Hatem until the day after, where they'd be back about one o'clock in the afternoon. He also made a weird sexual innuendo that I forced myself to laugh at, although it was a little creepy coming from a seventy something year old man. Do they still have sex at that age? Anyway, I agreed and was told there was food pre-prepared in the oven, and to just heat it up whenever we were hungry. He said they'd be leaving in about an hour. After a final warning that Hatem was a handful and to be careful not to let him take advantage of me since he was out, I headed back inside to wait for Hatem. After roughly twenty minutes since he went to his room, he walked into the garage where I was, this time without knocking, and told me I should come to his room to play on his Playstation. This seemed better than doing nothing, so I followed him through the kitchen and up the stairs until we reached his room about two doors further down from his grandparents' room. "Sorry it is a mess, uhh, move those clothes off the bed and I will put the game in. You like FIFA, yes?" "Bien sûr" (of course) I picked up a few shirts off his bed along with another pair of football shorts and threw them onto the floor to the right. As I watched them hit the floor I noticed a scrunched up bit of tissue slightly poking out from under the bed. Any male reading this will know there is only one thing this could be... "You have a cold?" I asked, picking the tissue up with two fingers and laughing. He looked back and said with a menacing grin, "why don't you try and blow your nose with it?" "C'est dégoûtant." (That's disgusting) I replied, tossing it back next to the bed. "tell me you don't do it then huh?" "I didn't say that..." I said, raising my eyebrows. "Come, pick your team and stop thinking about me touching myself you pervert." Well that's strange, I was doing exactly that. I'd forgotten that at his age I'd just discovered jacking off, my twelfth birthday to be exact. I remember someone telling me that you could only cum if you were at least 12 years old, so on my birthday, as soon as I woke up I began to stroke myself, nothing worked. I then held on to it and did the hand action that everyone did when insinuating masturbation and still nothing worked. I kept at it for about a minute, maybe two and then felt the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt in my life. Of course, nothing came out. Only a few little drops began to emerge until I'd picked it up more, well, when I picked it up a lot. Fuck, I must have done it at every opportunity I had. When I woke up, when I had ten minutes in my room alone during the day, at night before bed, maybe in the middle of the night if I woke up. I found out the hard way that you really can do it too much... I'll not explain that bit. Anyway, the thought of Hatem doing what I did at his age made me bone up, but luckily I was lying face down on his bed at this point, so I was safe. He jumped up on the bed next to me and lay in a similar position to my left. "I play with Marseille." He declared. "Fine by me, I'll have Swansea." He laughed at my choice, which I picked mainly because I'm from an area not far from there. "Quelle un merde équipe." (What a shit team.) I looked at him, again raising my eyebrows to let him know I understood, which he wasn't bothered about at all. "You swear around your grandparents?" "Nope, but you will not say anything." "What makes you so sure?." I smiled. "Because you don't want people to see this." He then pulled out his old Nokia phone, clicked through the pictures and showed me a photo of myself... Naked, in the garage. Turns out it wasn't a bird at the window after I came out of the shower this morning. "And I'm the pervert?" I joked. Trying to grab his phone to delete the photo. "Ah ah ah, I don't think so." He said, before pulling his phone away and trying to put it in his pocket. I then tried to wrestle him against the bed, rolling him on to his back and holding his arms in place, also tying to hide my boner as I moved. I ended up getting kneed in the lip accidentally in his struggle to get free, causing me to fall back and let him go. He didn't realise so jumped onto me, trying to restrain me by straddling my chest and grabbing my arms, until he realised I was bleeding and stopped. "Merde, sorry. Was that me?" "Yeah, don't worry it's just a cut. I'll go wash it off." I walked into his bathroom towards the sink and began washing my lip with cold water, blood trickling down the basin. Hatem was stood next to me, watching the water turn red with an apologetic look on his face. "I'll delete the photo if it will make you feel better?" I glanced over at him, and asked, "why did you take it in the first place?" He then blushed, looking away. "I was just looking in to see what you looked like but you were naked... And you looked good." This time it was me who blushed, clearly not expecting him to say that. What did he mean by "looked good"? Is he gay like me? Or was he just saying he liked the look of my body? I do like my body, I work out whenever I can, and I play rugby back in Wales so I'm pretty fit. "Uhm, thank you. I think." "You don't have to be shy. I just think you have a nice body. And your thing is bigger than mine.. See?" He then got the photo out again, which was weird for me to see. I mean, isn't it strange to look at a naked picture of yourself from the phone of a twelve year old boy? He then pressed the delete button. "Want to see mine?" He asked, his right hand hovering over his package and tugging at his shorts, clearly adjusting himself. "You really are a pervert." I laughed, as I grabbed some tissue to hold against my lip and turned towards the door. "You are no fun." He moaned as he followed me out the door. We lay back on the bed and eventually started playing FIFA, which we drew 1-1 in the first game. My excuse was that I have an Xbox at home, not a Playstation, so I was getting used to the controls. He didn't accept this so I told him I'd beat him in the next match. He looked at me and said, "Do you want to make a bet?" "Like what?" "Hmmm, you win, and I'll be good tonight." "Et si je perd...?"(and if I lose?) "Then you do what I say, and I am in charge." I paused and hesitated whether to accept this or not. What was he wanting me to do if he won? Was it really worth taking the risk of finding out? "Unless you are scared of losing..." "Fine, deal. But I get to be Barcelona." "Borussia Dortmund" "Fine." So off we went, Borussia Dortmund vs Marseille. I was determined to win, mainly because I was worried about what he'd make me do if I lost, although this did excite me a little in truth. You can probably guess the outcome, I fucking lost. Marco Reus injured in the ninth minute of the game can you believe. If you don't follow football, that's a very bad thing to happen. Especially since it led to Hatem looking at me with such a smug grin at the fact he'd won our little wager. "I think that makes me in charge now, yes?" I rolled my eyes but asked what he wanted to do. "First, you can make my dinner. And then you can run me a bath." Okay, not too bad so far... He then added, "while I go in the bath, you can tidy my room. Yes?" "Uh huh." And with that, I went downstairs to heat up our food, while he decided to stay and play against his friends online. Jac and Agnes then announced they were off out and shouted goodbye to Hatem from downstairs. They gave me a few last tips and then headed off. While I waited, I picked up one of the books off the shelf in the kitchen and started to read. It was a book on Descartes' meditations, something I'd read myself at home in English. Looking at his other reading material, I've come to the conclusion that Jac has a decent taste in books, ranging from the classical selection of Karl Marx to various philosophers like Aquinas, the key figure of Natural moral law. I hope he didn't agree with this though, natural moral law essentially tells us homosexuality is more sinful than rape, because at least rape can lead to the 'natural telos of sex- (reproduction)'. How disgusting. Back to last night... I dished up the food and shouted to Hatem to come and get it, by which he called back and told me I need to bring it up to him so he can eat it in his room. "I'm not sure you're allowed to eat in your room." "Don't forget who is in charge Lewis." He laughed. This was going to get annoying. I did as he asked, putting his plate on a trey and headed upstairs, setting it down on his bed next to him. "I'll be downstairs, tell me if you need anything." "I will." He grinned, before I left the room again. About half an hour, he called for me to fetch his dishes and to wash them- something Agnes told me Hatem was supposed to help with. But what was the point? When I'd finished, I went to the bathroom to run his bath, tempted to urinate in the water since he'd been so annoying. It finally dawned on my that maybe he really is a handful. "Your baths done." I shouted, which he responded to by entering the room. As I started to walk out, he blocked my route out and asked, "where are you going? You are going to wash me." "Woaah Hatem, I don't think so." "You have to, you agreed." "I didn't agree to this..." I complained. "I don't care, either this, or you have a forfeit." "What's the forfeit?" "You have to lick my balls." He said before bursting into laughter. Tempting, temping, I thought. But I can't. He'd end up telling his grandparents and I couldn't risk that, I guess washing him, to a degree, wouldn't seem as bad as putting my mouth near his private parts. "I'll wash..." I sighed. "Good." He said, smiling. He then pulled off his navy shirt so I was able to see his chest. Smooth, hairless skin, with a slight tan from the summer sun. His stomach was lean, which was likely given he played football, and as he lifted his shirt I could see he had no hair under his arms either. Now for the interesting bit... He pulled down his football shorts, leaving just his green, skin tight boxer shorts. The first thing I noticed was the obvious tent pointing at me, he was as hard as a rock! I couldn't help but stare at it, which caused him to tilt his head until I glanced back up and made eye contact again with him. "Yes, you're definitely the pervert. Bet you want to see more eh?" I just shook my head at him and rolled my eyes in dismissal. But he remained facing me and pulled his boxers off, throwing them at my face. I caught a whiff off his boyish scent as the material hit my skin. I'd be lying if I say this wasn't enjoyable, the smell making my growing boner reach its full size immediately. "Jesus Hatem, get in the bath and get this over with." I mainly said this to prevent the awkward silence in the room as he stood there naked, watching my reaction as he presented himself in front of me. I bet you're wanting to know what he looked like down there? Well, in terms of size, it was about five inches, which is decent given he's twelve! It wasn't thick, but it looked so tender and soft. He wasn't circumcised, and neither was I, but his foreskin reached over the tip of his dick, which I had to ask him about. "Does it pull all the way back?" I asked nervously. "Why don't you find out?" I really should have picked up by now he was adamant that I'd touch him. He was making it so hard for me to control myself, but again I managed to do so and rolled my eyes at him again. Instead, he pulled his skin back until his head popped out, and then asked, "happy?" "Bien sûr" "Now you can wash my back." "Give me a sponge then." I asked. "Don't be silly Lewis. You will use your hands." Well, this was as good an excuse that I'd get to legitimately touch him, so I pretended to hesitate, but eventually told him to turn around as I began to massage his shoulder blades and upper back, his smooth, soapy skin slipping between my fingers. "Lower" I then moved to the middle bit of his back, moving my hands in circular motions until he followed with, "Lower" Fuck I was hard at that point. I couldn't take this torment, he only had to ask one more time and I'd be touching his... "Lower." And my hands were now on his ass cheeks. They were so damn smooth and perfect. I massaged them like I had done with his back but applied more pressure to take in the sensation of holding his lustrous buns. "Inside too." I hoped he'd say that, as I parted his cheeks and peered into his crevice to see his pink little hole, running my fingers in between. I realised at this point I'd probably went to far, so I pulled my hands away and washed them in the water. "You aren't done yet. My front now." "Forget it. I'm not touching you down there." "I guess you could choose the alternative..." "No, I'm not doing it, I'll get in trouble." "Pfft off who? I won't say anything, I promise." After he gave me a convincing look, I reached my hand back up to his dick, still hard from before, and obviously maintained by the sensation of my hands working his ass. I stroked its length with my right palm, causing it to twitch at the contact. "Hold it." I wrapped my hand around it gently, revelling in the excitement of holding this young boy's cock and stroking the skin with my finger tips. "Mmmhh" "this is going too far Hatem, I'm not doing anymore, I did what you asked." "Hmmm fine, maybe another time, yes?" He said with a cheeky smile. "Why don't you finish up washing your hair while I get your towel ready." "Good idea, take my clothes out with you too." I did so, picking up his shorts, shirt and boxer shorts that he'd thrown at me earlier, and leaving the room, shutting the door behind me. I was now in his bedroom, and faced with the task of picking up his clothes which he'd managed to leave in every corner of the room. It took me about twenty minutes to do this, folding everything and putting them into piles of pants, shirts, socks and underwear. I'd nearly forgotten about the clothes he'd just taken off, so I picked them up off the bed and walked over to his washing basket next to his door. I stopped for a moment as I looked at his underwear that he'd thrown at me, and at this point I couldn't resist the urge to re-familiarise myself with the beautiful, boyish smell. I held it up closer to my face, noticing a small wet patch in the crotch area, which I immediately recognised as cum. I then pulled it to my nose and inhaled, again causing my dick to harden and push against my trousers. I couldn't have picked a worse moment to do this, as Hatem walked out of the bathroom, catching me in the act. He seemed more happy than disturbed, and simply shouted, "Ha. I knew it!" "I was just uhmm, erm, I..." "Don't try to get out of it. You're gay, I could tell. All the better for me." "What?" "Are you stupid? I've been coming on to you all day!" I hesitated before replying, "Hatem, I might be gay. But we can't be doing things like that. I'm supposed to be looking after you." "Pfft, you are three years older. What difference is that? My mère is older by 7 to my pa." "It's not the same..." "It is the same. So come on, you can touch me, you know you want to yes?" "No..." "Suit yourself. But think about it." "Look, I'm going to bed. Promise me you won't mention anything to your grandparents?" He didn't reply, just sat on his bed in a sulk. "Please?.." "I promise. Goodnight." And with that, I walked out. Feeling terrible for how I'd just handled the situation. I went back the garage, which brings me to the time of writing. I can't even bring myself to jack off after how I ended things. Was I too harsh? Did I do the right thing? Fuck, I wasn't expecting this. This months going to be harder than I thought.