Date: Sat, 23 Oct 1999 18:32:04 BST
From: John Stevens <ashkey37@hotmail.com>
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


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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!
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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.
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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.
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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]

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