Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2021 15:42:23 +0000 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Uncle Will's Houseguest 28 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is completely fictional. I hope you are enjoying this story. Please send any comments to colin4men@gmail.com and I will reply as soon as I can. Bill UNCLE WILL'S HOUSEGUEST Chapter 28 After both croissants and pains-au-chocolat for breakfast on Saturday morning, Andy said, "We both need some exercise after that. Let's go down to the pool for a swim." "Good idea," said Will. "You go on ahead. I'm going to phone Louis to see if he's free to meet me later...when you're having fun with Simon." "Okay," said Andy. He looked down from the balcony and saw that Jean was sitting by the pool. He smiled to himself. "Jean is down there so I can chat with him until you arrive." Andy dashed off to change into his speedos and then went off to join his elderly neighbour. "Bonjour, Jean." Andy exchanged kisses on the cheek with Jean and then pulled off his shorts to reveal a semi-hard cock tenting his swimwear. "Always nice to see you...and that." Jean smiled and nodded to towards Andy's bulge. Andy laughed. "Uncle Will is going to be with us in a few minutes so I must try to get rid of it. How are you today?" They chatted until Will arrived and greeted Jean. "I'm going in the pool now," said Andy. The two men watched as Andy walked to the pool and then gracefully dived in. "He's a good boy, very kind. You must be proud of him," Jean said to Andy. "I am," said Will. "He's doing well at school too. My colleagues are pleased with him." Small talk continued for a short while and then Will announced that he was going in for a swim. "I'm finished swimming for today. I'm going back up to my apartment. Have a good day," said Jean. He waved to Andy and watched Will dive into the water before leaving. When Andy and Will came out of the pool, they relaxed on the sun loungers. "Are you meeting Louis later?" Andy asked. "Yes, we're meeting for lunch," replied Will. "Let him know I think he's very sexy and that he can give me another medical exam any time he wishes," smiled Andy. Will laughed. "You really are sex mad, aren't you?" "Moi?" Andy tried to look innocent. "I only mentioned a medical examination." *** Andy was excited as he cycled to meet Simon and Michel. He wondered if there might be any famous men among the guests at the party, but then told himself that they would be French and he wouldn't know them. He was wearing a white polo-shirt and pink shorts which almost reached his knees. Will had said he looked `tasty' and had taken a photo before Andy set off. Unknown to Will, Andy had a pair of shorter, blue shorts in his cycle bag. Simon greeted Andy with a hug and kisses as normal. Extra seats had been brought to the area around the pool and serving tables had been set up in the shade. "It looks good," Andy said. "I assume there will be background music." "Yes, there will be music," confirmed Simon. "Madame Collet has prepared many different canapés but there will also be quiches, tarts, cooked meats and salads on that table for the guests to help themselves. I will serve the drinks and I thought you could wander among the guests with the canapés, and later collect empty glasses." "That sounds perfect to me." Andy preferred the idea of being among the guests rather than being stuck behind a table. "Andy! Bonjour!" Andy returned to see a smiling Monsieur Delon walking towards them. "Bonjour, Michel," smiled Andy. "Everything seems organised." "Yes, and you look very nice today," responded Michel. "You agreed to wear only shorts while serving the guests though and I hope you might like these." He gave a pair of white silk shorts each to Simon and Andy. "These look great," Andy commented as he felt the thin, shiny material. Then he remembered that he shouldn't make all the decisions. "What do you think, Simon?" Simon shrugged. "Okay. We will wear them." "Bon!" Michel grinned. "Have some lunch and then get changed in time for my guests. They will start arriving about two." Madame Collet served quiche, cold chicken and salad for their lunch and then they went to Simon's room to shower and change. Andy kissed and then started to fondle Simon. "Later, Andy. We have work to do," said Simon. Andy pouted but he knew Simon was right. "Are you going to wear briefs under the silk shorts?" he asked. "Yes, of course. White ones," replied Simon. "I think I will wear the shorts with nothing underneath," said Andy. "I can lend you a pair of white briefs if you are worried about your blue ones being visible through the silk," Simon said. "No, it's okay," smiled Simon. "I don't care if the men see the outline of my cock through the shorts." "You are wicked," Simon laughed. Andy grinned. "Guilty!" Michel stood and smiled when he saw the two young men approach. He raised an eyebrow when he saw that Andy was revealing more than he'd hoped but all he said was, "You both look wonderful. My guests will be very impressed." When Simon and Andy sat down close to him, Michel continued. "You will have seen some of my friends before at dinner parties, Simon, but I can assure you both that they will look but not touch." "That's a pity," Andy thought. "We will start to bring the food out from the kitchen," said Simon. "Come on, Andy." Michel admired the pair as they walked off in nothing but white shorts and flip-flops. "Two beautiful boys," he said to himself. The food was set out and soft background music was playing. Simon poured Michel a glass of champagne and Andy held out a silver tray of canapés. "A canapé, monsieur?" "Merci." Michel smiled and accepted one of the tasty treats. "My guests should start arriving very soon so I should probably wait near the gate to greet them." "I will come with you and keep you company," said Andy. He put the silver tray down, winked at Simon and walked with Michel to a group of seats near the entrance. "How many guests are you expecting, Michel?" he asked. "Twenty. When my friends heard that I would have two topless young waiters, some who originally had other plans rearranged their schedules," replied Michel. "Perhaps I should be upset because they are coming to see you and Simon rather than me." "It might just be a coincidence," said Andy. "I'm sure they are happy to be able to spend some time with you." "You are charming," smiled Michel. The sound of a car stopping on the other side of the wall was heard. "I think my first guests are arriving." Michel stood up as car doors were opened. Andy hurried to open the gate. "Henri...Marcel...please come inside," cried Michel. Andy closed the gate behind the two men and watched as Michel greeted them with kisses on both cheeks. He noticed the men looking at him as soon as they left Michel's side but waited until everyone had stopped speaking before stepping forward. "Bon après-midi, messieurs. Puis-je vous chercher du champagne?" (Good afternoon, gentlemen. May I fetch you some champagne?) The two men smiled and one said, "Merci, jeune homme." (Thank you, young man.) Andy heard them murmuring to Michel as he walked to Simon. Simon had poured two more glasses by the time Andy had reached him. "It will start to get busy soon," said Simon. "Yes, Michel is now expecting twenty guests," responded Andy. He accepted the glasses and returned to Michel and his friends just as three others arrived. Michel greeted his three friends and then suggested they all move nearer Simon and allow young Andy to concentrate on serving the food. Andy was able to translate his words easily and smiled at the men when he heard his name being mentioned. The rest of the guests arrived over the course of the next twenty minutes. The men chatted and mingled while Simon served champagne and cocktails, and Andy walked around offering canapés and other snacks. Andy was standing close to Simon when he said, "It's not hard work, is it?" Simon smiled. "No. It's quite a small party. I don't think it requires both of us." "We are attracting lots of looks though," said Andy. "I'm sure a lot think you're very sexy but maybe one or two like me." Simon laughed. "They can look but I'm not interested in any of them." "I hope that means you will have sex with me before I leave," smiled Andy. Before Simon could answer, two men approached him for more cocktails. "Michel told me that you are from Scotland." Andy, who had been watching Simon, turned to face a handsome sixty-something man with grey hair. Andy smiled. "Yes, sir. I am from Glasgow, Scotland's biggest city. I am currently living with my uncle in Antibes." "Your uncle is a very lucky man. Are you enjoying life in France?" the man asked. "Very much, sir," replied Andy. "It's nice that you are helping at this party. Have you worked as a waiter before?" "No, sir. I'm just helping Michel...Monsieur Delon," Andy said. "I am a friend of Simon, the barman today." "My name is Georges." He took a business card from his wallet and gave it to Andy. "I don't need a waiter but perhaps you'd like to earn some money posing for photographs for me." Andy looked at the business card and smiled at the man. "What kind of photographs?" "Ones of you dressed as you are at present...or perhaps wearing less," replied Georges. "Wearing less? I don't want to see myself on the internet, Georges," said Andy. "I don't put my photographs online," Georges said. "I only share them with a few trusted friends." Andy smiled and put the business card in his pocket. "Then perhaps I might be interested. However I am working and cannot discuss your suggestion at present. I will call you." He picked up his tray and went off to load it with more canapés and other snacks. He smiled over at Georges and thought that he could be an interesting contact. Michel introduced Andy to a man who had been an actor when he was younger. Andy was polite but the seventy-something man looked quite frail and was of little interest. Another man Andy met had been a former film director. He was about the same age as the actor but looked much more active. He winked when he asked if Andy might serve as a waiter at one of his dinner parties and said, "I think you would look good wearing nothing but a flimsy Roman toga." "That might be a fun party, monsieur," said Andy. "Perhaps I could work for you if it doesn't clash with my studies for school." When they next had a break together, Simon said, "I have received a few offers of work." "Me too," smiled Andy. The party started to break up about 5pm. "Some have had too much to drink already," Simon told Andy. Most the men had left when Michel came over and said, "You have done a great job. Thanks, boys. The friends still here will be joining me for dinner but you can finish up now." "Do you wish me to act as waiter for dinner, sir?" Simon asked. "Yes, but not until around eight," replied Michel. "Please return the remaining food to the kitchen and then take a break. You can go home when you're finished, Andy. You were popular with my guests today." "It was fun. I enjoyed it, Michel," smiled Andy. Andy helped Simon take the leftover food to the kitchen and then said, "I'm horny, Simon. Let's go to your room." Simon nodded and took Andy's hand. "You look incredibly sexy. I'm lucky because I can do more than look at you." "And I can do more than look at you," smiled Andy. "My mouth is watering at the thought of the big sausage in your shorts. I can hardly wait for a taste." Simon laughed and the pair ran upstairs to his room. Once inside the room, they came together and kissed, their hands roaming over each other's naked upper bodies. Then Andy kicked off the light shoes he was wearing and pushed his shorts down to stand naked in front of Simon. Simon was naked moments later and they staggered together onto the bed. No words were said as they went straight into a sixty-nine position, with Simon taking hold of Andy's already stiff cock. Simon was only beginning to become aroused and once again Andy marvelled at how big the cock was when flaccid. "Even bigger than mine erect," he said to himself. He kissed up and down the shaft before kissing and licking the cockhead. "I love your cock, Simon. It's beautiful," said Andy. "You're beautiful. There should be a statue of you naked and erect somewhere in the city centre." Simon laughed at the idea. "It would scare people away." "No, it would attract many thousands," retorted Andy. "It's a pity my artist friend Pete isn't a sculptor. Hmm, maybe he could do a painting of you naked. I'd love to have it on my bedroom wall." "I don't know your friend but I'm not posing nude for a painting. Never," stated Simon. "Will you allow me to take a photo of you naked and erect?" Andy asked. "I could print it out and frame it...and only me and Uncle Will would see it. Please!" Simon sat up and looked at Andy. "Are you serious?" Andy nodded. "Okay. Get your smartphone and we'll do it now before I change my mind." "Yes!" Andy rushed to get his phone and the pair spent a few minutes finding the best lit place before Andy took a few photos. "I want a similar one of you," Simon said when Andy was finished. Andy was more than happy to pose for Simon. "You can see the pre-cum dribbling down my cock," he said when they zoomed in on one of the photos afterwards. "Please email me a copy of that and I'll get it framed for Uncle Will. It's his birthday soon and that will make a nice surprise present for me." Simon agreed and then the pair returned to where they had left off. Before long, Simon was rimming Andy. "Yes, work my pussy. It's hungry for cock after being surrounded by lots of gay men," said Andy. "Hmm, yeah," he moaned when a finger entered his hole. "More, please." Minutes later two greased fingers were fucking Andy's pussy. "Give me your cock now, please," Andy begged. He was on his hands and knees at this point. "Mount me from behind and fuck me hard." Simon lubed his cock 20 cm (8 inch) erection and rubbed the head over the pink pucker before pressing for entry. Andy pushed back. A gasp and then a sigh of pleasure followed the penetration. Simon slowly pushed deeper and then, with his hands on Andy's narrow hips, he was giving Andy the fucking he craved. Sometimes it was slow and sensual and sometimes hard and fast. Andy moans started to become louder and Simon knew that the teenager was approaching a climax. "Let's change position," he said to Andy's frustration. Once on his back with Simon towering over him, Andy was glad that they had changed position. He liked being able to see the man fucking him. It wasn't long before he was close to the edge once again. "I'm going to cum soon," he told Simon. "Shoot off for me," smiled Simon. "I love seeing you cum without touching your cock." "Fuck me harder then. Fuck the cum out of me," said Andy. Simon's thrusts became faster and more forceful. Soon he was really pounding into Andy, who whimpered while pushing back against each thrust. "Aah...aah...I'm cumming!" Andy cried. Spurt after spurt of boy-cream flew from Andy's piss-slit to land across his chest. The sight of this together with Andy's arse muscles clamping around his cock took Simon over the edge. He moaned and cried, "I'm cumming!" as he sent his load deep into Andy's arse. The pair hugged and kissed, then lay silently and happily until eventually Simon's flaccid cock slipped from Andy's hole. Andy pushed Simon away and hurried to lick and suck his cock clean. "Thank you, Simon. I enjoyed that," he said. "I enjoyed it too," smiled Simon. He then licked the cum from Andy's chest. "Oh, I think I'm leaking." Andy felt between his arse cheeks and then held his fingers up to show traces of cum. "Can't waste this," he said before licking his fingers clean. Simon kissed Andy again. "Come on. Let's shower together." He scooped Andy up in his arms and carried him to the bathroom. The shower took quite a while because Andy spent more time kissing and caressing Simon than washing. They sat on the bed afterwards drinking chilled sparkling water and eating some of the leftover food saved from the party. "This has been a lovely afternoon but I'll need to go soon. Uncle Will said he'd cook dinner," said Andy. "And I will be working again in a couple of hours," said Simon. "It has been a fun break." "Talking of work, Michel hasn't paid me yet but I don't want to disturb him," said Andy. "I'll get the money when I next visit." He smiled and added, "It hardly seems fair to be paid when I had such a great time." After getting dressed, Andy remembered the business card in the pocket of the white shorts. "A handsome, older guy named Georges asked if I might pose semi-naked for photos," he told Simon and then showed him the business card. "Have you heard of him?" Simon looked at the name on the card. "Yes, he has been here for dinner a few times. He's a lawyer, I think, and a good friend of Michel. You can probably trust him...but do you really want to pose for suggestive pictures?" "Maybe. He assured me he wouldn't post them on the internet or show them to anyone but a few friends he could trust," replied Andy. "I like the thought of old men getting turned on seeing me nearly naked or even fully naked with a hard-on...wishing they could have sex with me." Simon smiled and shook his head. "You're crazy." "Yes but you still love me," said Andy. Simon laughed and hugged Andy. "I will walk with you to the bus stop." Just before going to bed, Andy received a text message from Simon. "Michel was very embarrassed about forgetting to pay you today. He was going to deliver it by car this evening but I told him you weren't desperate for the money." "Thanks, Simon. Please tell him I appreciate the offer but I can wait. Goodnight sexy!" was Andy's reply. *** Andy was excited when he set off to meet Christophe on Sunday afternoon. Although nothing much had been said, he was fairly sure that the older schoolboy was sexually attracted to him. They met outside the Hôtel de Ville and Andy responded to Christophe's "Bonjour" with "Hello, Christophe. You wanted to practice speaking English with me so you speak to me only in English." "D'accord. Okay," smiled Christophe. They turned in the direction of the beach and Christophe asked, "Would you like an ice cream, Andy?" "Yes, thank you. A strawberry flavoured ice cream," replied Andy. Christophe used French when he bought ice creams and said, "Here is the strawberry ice cream," when he gave one to Andy. The pair smiled, ate their ice creams and made small talk as they walked to the beach. Christophe didn't make any mistakes and that made Andy even more convinced that speaking practice was just an excuse for Christophe to be with him away from school. As they passed through the archway into the beach, Andy said. "Tu es très beau, Christophe." (You are very handsome, Christophe.) Christophe blushed slightly and said, "Toi aussi." (You too.) "Aha! You didn't respond in English," smiled Andy. Christophe laughed. "Sorry." "Do you really think I am good-looking?" Andy asked. "Of course. You are beautiful...no, handsome is the correct word for boys," replied Christophe. Andy just smiled as they walked together and found a place to sit. They spread out their towels and Andy removed his t-shirt and then his shorts to reveal that he was wearing his very low-cut swimbriefs. Christophe's eyes opened wide and Andy caught him licking his lips as he was checked out. Christophe removed his t-shirt and Andy was able to see the smooth, well-defined upper body that he was aware of but had only seen covered by clothes until now. "Very nice," Andy began. "Tu as un corps fantastique. Si bien défini." (You have a fantastic body. So well defined.) Christophe opened his mouth to speak and then laughed. "You don't trick me again." He pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. He was wearing regular speedos and Andy's eyes went straight to the very substantial bulge. "Wow! You have a big...I mean do have a very good body. Nice legs too." Andy winked at Christophe and sat down. When the older boy sat down beside him, Andy said, "I am sorry if I have embarrassed you." "It's okay," responded Christophe. "It's true though. You are very handsome and I think you have a fantastic body," Andy said in a soft voice. "I have always enjoyed sport and that helped me develop good muscles," said Christophe. "Your body isn't as big but you are clearly very fit. I guess you swim a lot. You look good." "Thank you, Christophe." Andy paused and then added, "I think you are very sexy." Christophe blushed and then scrambled to his feet. "Let's swim," he said and then hurried towards the sea. Andy followed Christophe into the water and they swam and splashed around for a while. Back on the beach, they lay face down and smiled at each other. "Time for more speaking practice. Tell me about your family," said Andy. "My father is a doctor and my mother is a teacher," Christophe began. "I have an older sister who is married and has a small baby." "So you are an uncle," smiled Andy. Then he found his sunblock and tossed it to Christophe. "Rub some of this on my back, please." Christophe moved closer to Andy and applied the sunblock as requested. "You have a nice touch," said Andy. "Will you do the tops of my legs too?" "Okay," Christophe responded. When he had finished Andy's back, he started work on the backs of Andy's thighs. "Hmm, that feels so good." Andy spread his legs a little wider, hoping that Christophe was enjoying the sight of his bum in the skimpy swimbriefs and that his fingers might touch his balls. "Okay, you're done." Christophe returned to lie face down on his towel. "I will do your back now," said Andy. He sat up, making no attempt to hide the erection now tenting his swimbriefs, and moved astride his older friend. He was slowly rubbing sunblock on Christophe's back when he said, "I hope you didn't mind me calling you sexy earlier." "Erm, no. I didn't mind," said Christophe. "Good, because you are sexy," Andy said. "I will tell you a secret. My cock gets stiff when I think of you." Christophe gasped at that remark and Andy went on. "It's true. I dream of being naked with you...of rubbing my body against yours." He bent down and whispered in Christophe's ear. "Of sucking your big cock." Christophe groaned. "Would you like me to do that, my sexy Christophe?" "I don't know," replied Christophe. "It would be our secret, of course. Nobody else at school would know," said Andy. Christophe was silent, thinking about what had been suggested. Andy waited a few minutes and then said, "We can't do anything today but think about it. Maybe you can visit my bedroom for speaking practice next time." Christophe remained silent and Andy moved off him to lie facing him. "Have I upset you?" he asked. "No," replied Christophe. "I like you the same way but I have never done anything with another boy. I have told myself it is wrong so I am scared." Andy reached out and took hold of Christophe's hand. "It's not wrong. We don't choose whether we are attracted to the same sex or the opposite sex, or even both. In the past, people disapproved of same sex relationships but things have changed. My uncle knows that I am gay and he still loves me. Have your parents said or done anything to suggest they dislike gays?" "No, but..." "Then don't worry about it," smiled Andy. "Have fun. Try sex...maybe even with girls." Christophe screwed up his face. "I definitely don't want sex with girls." Andy laughed. "Me neither...but I think I would enjoy sex with you. I will move back to Scotland next year so I'm not looking for a boyfriend but maybe we could have some sexy fun together occasionally." "Maybe," smiled Christophe. "Do you think we might share a room when we go to Grenoble?" Andy asked. It was now Christophe's turn to laugh. "Perhaps that can be arranged." To be continued