Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2016 22:36:01 +0200
From: Guillaume Bacharene <bacharene@gmail.com>
Subject: Bringing Jeremy Out of His Shell

Guillaume Bacharene

bacharene@gmail.com

This story is fiction although based on some factual details from many
years ago.

I own a house in a small French village in Languedoc in the south of France
and close to Spain. It is where I go to chill out and create space in my
head and my life. Although I am quite well known in the village, I keep to
myself, not wishing to get involved in the local "politics" and often
complicated interpersonal dynamics of the village.

Bringing Jeremy Out of His Shell

It was summer and very hot. I had been cleaning my large garage and terrace
areas all morning and had retreated to the cool of the house for a cold
drink. The doorbell rang. I went to see who it was, expecting it to be the
post lady since people generally don't just call in unannounced or
uninvited in France and I was in fact expecting a package.  It was Mme
Giselle Laforˆt, who I knew vaguely, having met her at various village
events. She had a handsome young man with her who looked about 17. She
smiled and apologised for calling in uninvited.

"But, monsieur, I wanted to ask for you help if possible. This is my
grandson, Jeremy."

Jeremy blushed and stepped forward to shake hands.

Mme Laforˆt continued, "Jeremy's grandfather was English and always
wanted Jeremy to become fluent in the language. In his will, he set aside
some money for this purpose. Before his death and while Jeremy was young,
my husband - his grandfather - always spoke to him in English although with
everyone else he spoke French. My own English is terrible. So, I wanted to
ask you: would you be prepared to help Jeremy with his English and of
course, we will use the funds from his grandfather to cover the costs."

The request caught me off guard somewhat. It was the last thing I expected
to happen where typical of most villages around, very few people spoke any
English at all let alone wanting to learn it.

I hesitated, turning things over in my mind.  "Of course, monsieur, if it
is too much trouble, I understand perfectly." Mme Laforˆt stepped back."

"Not at all Madame. I would of course be happy to help but please, I don't
wish to be paid," I said. Jeremy's face lit up. I continued, "Why don't you
both come in and we can work out how best to do it. And, I do apologise for
looking so dishevelled and dusty but I have spent the entire morning
cleaning."  We all sat down at the large table in my kitchen. I poured them
both a glass of iced water and spoke to Jeremy in English.  "So Jeremy,
where would you say your English is at currently?"

"I think my English is good but I need confidence to speak. I also need
help to understand some grammar I find complicated in English; phrasal
verbs, for example." I nodded.

Mme Laforˆt added, "Jeremy is rather shy but every intelligent and once
he gets to know someone he likes, becomes transformed, opens up."

Jeremy blushed again.  We switched back to French. "So, Jeremy, how do you
think this might work best for you?"

"Well, monsieur, it depends on you really. Any help you can give will be
welcome but as M‚m‚ implies, it is really your call and depending on
what you think and the time you might have available. I would be grateful
for anything."

I thought for a moment: "What about this: lets work on four intensive
sessions each week for say, 4 hours. We can then review how that goes and
make any changes needed?" Jeremy's face and that of Mme Laforˆt both lit
up.

"So, agreed then. When could we start?" Mme Laforˆt leaned forward.

"What about tomorrow," I suggested, "at 10:00am? We could go through until
2:00pm."

"Excellent. Tomorrow, 10:00am until 2:00pm it is then."

So, Jeremy and I settled into a program. The first day, Mme Laforˆt
arrived with Jeremy, each with six bottles of excellent
champagne. Thereafter, Jeremy would bring two bottles of good wine each
visit. Mme Laforˆt explained: "Since you don't want to be paid with
money, this is the least we can do." She asked if she could sit in on
Jeremy's first session, to which I agreed. I made coffee for us all and had
a selection of macaroons.

I had worked out some exercises, reversing what I had done when I teach
English people French. So, it was not a lot of work. Firstly, I had Jeremy
read some passages from a selection of good English novels. His accent was
good and I was able to identify where he needed some support with
pronunciation of certain words and the intonation and cadence of
English. He confided that at school, his English teacher was not very good
although he had a good grounding through his grandfather. His grandfather
had obviously given him a very good grounding. We then ran through some
common phrasal verbs, starting with 'to get', which I knew already, were a
nightmare for French people learning English. I rattled off a few: to get
through; to get into; to get up; to get out of; to get angry; to get over;
to get by; to get on; to get under........

Over the first few weeks, Jeremy's shyness faded. I discovered he was
indeed very intelligent and thinking about transferring from his lycee in
Paris to one more local so that he could be with and help his
grandmother. He got on fine with his parents who were both lawyers but had
a severely handicapped older sister who needed a lot of support. Since his
parents wanted her to be at home and although they had assistance with her,
it was still a challenging situation.

"Besides, I love my M‚m‚ and I don't want her to be alone. My P‚p‚
died 7 months ago and although M‚m‚ is very self-sufficient, she
loves having me around. She says I complete her life again after
P‚p‚. So, I am not going to abandon and leave her; she is too
special."

From the third session we had, Jeremy also took to greeting me each time at
my door with a kiss on each cheek, the traditional French way. Whatever
shyness he had initially faded away. He would arrive, we would have coffee
and a catch up about things in general, his M‚m‚ and family, and then
get working on his English. These were the times he opened up, asking
questions about things of interest and things about which he was concerned,
growing up. The ice was well and truly broken. One thing I noticed was how
well he dressed giving a new edge to 'smart casual'. He was around 1.80m
tall, slim but defined, black hair which we wore short at the sides and
longer on top and green eyes, all set within a flawless complexion. He was
handsome but not pretty as are many of his age and, when he smiled, his
entire face lit up.

On our fourth session he arrived, put his two bottles of wine down and
waited for me to serve coffee. It had become our ritual. Although he was
there for his English, we switched back and forth between English and
French until we got going on the lesson of the day. Then, it was all in
English. His fluency was clearly growing. We took to sitting opposite each
other in my living room, each in a comfortable bucket armchair located on
each side of the coffee table. I would put out little treats like nuts and
chocolate. On this day, he had on pale green bermuda shorts, an open-necked
short-sleeved shirt, striped in red, white and blue and some dark blue
leather boat shoes. His sunglasses were pushed back on his head, ruffling
his hair. He looked like a model, I thought to myself. Our eyes met. He
smiled and then he said:

"You know, Guillaume, I was thinking the other day that although you are
the same age as my father, you are more like a big brother to me. It is
very special. I feel I can talk to you about anything and not be
embarrassed. I feel very comfortable and happy."

I replied, "I guess I think about you more as a friend and not somebody to
whom I am teaching the finer points of English. At any rate, with you it is
totally effortless."

I was surprised when he stood up, came around the coffee table, leaned down
and gave me a hug. It was intimate, beautiful.

So, our sessions continued. It was as if there were no secrets between us
but of course there were.

One day when Jeremy was with me and we were working through a complex
article from one of my literary periodicals, the telephone rang. It was Mme
Laforˆt. She sounded distressed.

"Guillaume, I am terribly sorry to call you but, I have just received some
dreadful news: one of my oldest friends called from Paris and she has been
diagnosed with a serious cancer. I will probably be away three weeks at
least. Now, I have decided to take the TGV up tomorrow and although Jeremy
is perfectly capable of being here on his own, would you be happy to check
in on him?" I thought for a moment.

Even though Jeremy was not able to hear the conversation, he seemed to
understand exactly what was going on.

"I have a better idea, Giselle; why don't we do this instead: if Jeremy
would like to, while you are away in Paris, he could move in with me and
use my guest suite? That way, by the time you return from Paris, he will be
totally fluent in English!"

Mme Laforˆt laughed.

"Are you sure it will not be a problem?"

"Of course not Giselle, but, let me ask Jeremy."

I quickly explained to Jeremy what the issues were. He asked to take the
telephone.

"M‚m‚, that would please me so much and, you would not have any
worries about me being on my own." They spoke some more and then Jeremy
handed back the telephone.

"Well, it is all agreed then. I am so pleased," Giselle said, "my mind is
at rest. Could I ask you to let Jeremy make my booking on the TGV from your
computer? The sooner it is done the more likely it is I will get a good
seat. He has a credit card on my account for things like this."

So, I opened up my laptop and Jeremy made the booking with SNCF getting a
senior ticket in First with an open return. All ticket details went
automatically to her loyalty card, which would double as a ticket and
simply required scanning by the conductor on the TGV. We called Giselle to
let her know her ticket was booked and left her to sort out other
arrangements and pack while our lesson for the day continued. She called
again later and told me to come back with Jeremy as she would cook us all a
special dinner. I also offered to drive her to the station next day for her
TGV. It was also agreed that Jeremy would check the house each day, clear
any mail and water plants. At least there were no animals to look after and
feed.

Next day I arranged to collect Giselle a good two hours before her TGV was
due to depart, allowing plenty of time. Jeremy had packed as well. So,
while he went into the station with Giselle to carry her bag and help her
onto the train when the platform was announced and the train arrived, I
went up the street to a coffee place I knew where I could also park. Jeremy
had my cell number and would SMS when he was ready to be picked up. French
trains are always on time and generally, one has around 6 minutes to find
the right carriage and get aboard, all made easy by an electronic
'Composition du Train' which indicates where one should stand to get aboard
quickly. Since Giselle's train was coming from Spain, it was in fact two
TGVs connected, one SNCF and the other, RENFE.

When Giselle's TGV departed, Jeremy texted me and I picked him up. "All
went according to plan. M‚m‚ is totally able but I wanted to be there
with her in case," he said when he got into the car "and I could carry her
bag as there is not much to her, even though she travels very light."

On the way home I bought some things for dinner, having determined what
Jeremy's tastes in food were. Cooking is a passion of mine and I thought I
would make a special effort. I decided to make a finely chopped turkey,
vegetable and spiced lentil sauce with pasta, green salad and cheese and
caramelised pear crˆpes.

"I'll be your sous chef," Jeremy had said, "and, M‚m‚ has taught me a
lot: I love cooking too!"

So, working together, we got the dinner sorted. "We make a great team,
Guillaume," he beamed, pleased with himself. He washed his hands after
chopping things up expertly and again, came over and gave me a big
hug. "Thanks for all you are doing. I love you like a big brother I always
wanted but never had."

"Are you allowed to have an ap‚ro and wine," Jeremy? I asked.

"Yes, of course, but I warn you, I am a cheap drunk!" I laughed and said,
"Me too!"

"So Guillaume, what are you having?" he asked.

"I generally have a Campari and Soda with a twist of lemon, or a Suze on
ice but, are both a bit of an acquired taste; rather bitter," I replied. I
continued, "Tell you what; I will make both and you can taste both and if
you like them or one or the other, you can take your pick." I figured
Jeremy would have refined tastes anyway.

He sampled and liked both but chose the Campari. I put on some music,
Joshua Bell on violin, and sat down on the long sofa. Jeremy sat next to
me. We clinked glasses. "To the best team, big brother!" he beamed. I
smiled. I realised that from very unexpected beginnings, we had become a
team and not only that, he had kindled very special feelings within me. I
figured he was in the same situation. Sometimes, words are not needed;
there is a connection, an understanding.

"So Jeremy, why don't you go down to the cellar and chose a wine you fancy
for our dinner?" He looked at me and smiled.

"Is this a test, Guillaume?" I thought for a moment.

"Not really, I figured you have innate class and good taste anyway and will
choose something totally appropriate."

He headed of to the cellar and about 10 minutes later, appeared with one of
my favourites, a 2009 red made by one of my local winemaker friends.

"You really hit the jackpot there, Jeremy," I said, "that is really one of
the best. It even won awards in Paris." He smiled, very pleased with
himself.

After a wonderful dinner and all was cleared away into the dishwasher, I
put on more music, Brahms. Jeremy sat at the table to check emails on his
iPad after I gave him the Wi-Fi code for the house. I relaxed on the sofa,
leaning back, arms along the back. I felt aglow and the wine was helping as
well. Jeremy closed his iPad and came over. He sat right beside me, resting
his head on my outstretched arm.

"I feel so good; happy," he said "and a bit tipsy." He chuckled and looked
at me, smiling.

"Oh dear," I replied "I don't want to get in trouble for getting you
drunk!" I ruffled his hair, conscious of his fresh, clean smell and the
heat from the proximity of his body.

"I am 18 and an adult so I can make my own choices. That includes getting
tipsy." He laughed. The music washed over us, soothing, caressing.

"You smell so nice," he said, completely transforming my earlier thoughts
into words. We both sipped our wine. And then he said something totally
unexpected again.

"Guillaume, I want to seduce you but also, I don't want to offend you." I
choked on my wine and almost bit a chunk out of the glass.  "Since we met
and with you helping me with my English and all, I think I have fallen in
love with you. And, I have never been in love before. It is all very new."

I was lost for words. He looked up at me. I leaned forward, took his glass
and mine and placed them on the coffee table. I pulled him too me, smelling
his hair and rubbing his shoulder.

"Jeremy, this is a big move, a big thing for you. I don't want you thinking
about things you don't understand fully and making decisions prematurely."
He gave me a kiss under the ear.

"Since we met, Guillaume, I think of you all the time; I masturbate and
imagine you kissing and caressing me; making love to me; making love with
me although I don't know the first thing even about it all. My imagination
goes into overdrive." There was a silence. "Have you thought about me,
Guillaume?"

"I have Jeremy, of course I have. You are handsome, smart, charming,
intelligent, but also, I never wanted to in any way, compromise things or
take any advantage of you. So, all those feelings remained contained,
silent. And, after all, I am the same age as your father."

"I don't care about that. In any case, you look about 20 years younger than
my father, you take care of yourself, and you are sweet, charming,
handsome, intelligent......". Jeremy's voice trailed off.

I nuzzled the top of his head and he pulled closer. He looked up and our
eyes met. I bent down and kissed him gently. He moaned.

"My very first kiss from someone I love," he murmured and pulled closer
again.

Brahms reached a crescendo and we were back to Joshua Bell with Gianni
Schicchi and Dvorak.

"Guillaume, you have such wonderful music. It makes it easier for me to
seduce you." I laughed.

"I'm not exactly sure who is seducing whom right now Jeremy," I said.

He replied, "Perhaps we are now seducing each other! And, my English is
going to be even better because there is a whole new vocabulary involved
here!"

Suddenly Jeremy stood up. Ceremoniously he retrieved our respective glasses
and portioned out the last of the wine, topping both glasses equally.  He
sat down on my lap, legs akimbo, facing me and handed me my glass.  "To
Guillaume, to Jeremy," he said. We clinked glasses and sipped in
celebration, and then he kissed me, allowing his lips to caress mine,
followed by his tongue, with gentle pecks.

"For someone who has never kissed, you are an expert already, Jeremy." I
told him.

He laughed. "It must be the inspirational teacher!"

"But the teacher is not doing much."

"But the teacher is there; that's enough."

We finished our wine and Jeremy took the glasses, placing them on the
coffee table. His arms went around my neck and I pulled him to me. By now I
was so hard and I knew he was too. It was passion intense, confined.

"Guillaume, please take me to bed."


Part 2:

I turned off the lights but left the music on repeat since it piped into my
bedroom on the next level and would cycle through in three hours. I took
Jeremy's hand and led him upstairs. We were almost the same height and
build and so the match, physically, was perfect. We stood close together,
his arms around my neck. We kissed, deeply. Again, he was a natural.

"Let's brush our teeth," I said.

He ran off to the guest suite and came back with his bag. We stood at the
matching sinks in my bathroom and brushed, his hand in my back pocket. I
sat down on the king size bed. He kneeled and I pulled him close. Another
deep and passionate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, I started from the top
to unbutton his shirt. He did the same to me. My tongue explored his mouth,
tasting of peppermint and cinnamon. I peeled off his shirt and saw his body
for the first time; nicely defined and surprisingly, with a light layer of
chest and abdominal hair. Again, I realised how similar we were in terms of
body shape and presentation. I made him stand up. His crotch was right in
front of my face. His cock was clearly hard and straining across his
front. Gently, I undid his belt and top button and then the zipper, pulling
his bermudas down. He stepped out of them leaving only his white briefs
with a bright turquoise band. I pulled him close so his straining cock
pressed against the side of my face. It was intoxicating; fresh; sensual
and deeply arousing. Then slowly again, I began to slide down his
briefs. His cock sprang free and he moaned. I realised that he was
circumcised, like me but this is not common at all in France. It was rather
a bonus discovery since I love circumcised cocks more. I ran my nose, lips
and tongue around the base of his cock and balls, and through his pubes. I
was relieved that he didn't shave as seemed to have become the fashion. It
was again as if I were looking at my own. He was about 18cm.  I licked the
head of his cock and he moaned even louder. And then I began to suck
him. The shudders and moans were intense. He pulled me up and sitting in my
place, did a repeat performance on undressing me. There were no words
needed although I did squeeze out, "You are a very fast learner, Jeremy."
He looked up and smiled.

"I have the best and most inspirational teacher, that's why."

I pulled him upright and we kissed again, our cocks totally in synch,
nestled together as if it had been the plan of the universe. Then, gently I
lay him down on the bed on his back and propped myself up on an elbow
beside him, tracing the fingertips of my free hand around his body. He
shuddered and moaned softly.

"Now, Jeremy, I don't want you to do anything which makes you
uncomfortable. This is about you and your first time." He smiled again and
kissed me. He nodded, looking deep into my eyes. His beauty really shone.

"I feel so complete already," he murmured.

I kissed him and as I did he opened his mouth. Our tongues met.  I ran my
tongue around his ear lobes and neck and then traced to his nipples, erect
under my touch. His moans and shudders increased.  His cock pulsed and
oozed pre-cum so that it pooled in his belly button. I licked his stomach
and sides, making him writhe with pleasure and then took his straining cock
in my mouth, savouring his sweet taste. I drained his little pool of
pre-cum while his moans got louder. Then I moved to his balls and inner
thighs. He shuddered and moaned, writhing beneath my tongue, whispering my
name. He smelled of lavender soap but also his own distinctive smell;
fresh; sexy.

"Oh Guillaume, I never imagined it would be so wonderful. I am feeling
things, sensations I never thought possible. You are taking me to heavenly
places. I think I am going to explode."

I kissed him again and then, lifting his arms, nuzzled his armpits. His
body convulsed.

"Ohhhhh........Guill....." he moaned again and caught his breath.

I returned to his cock, intent on sucking him off. I knew it would be very
quick and it was. His back arched and a series of loud moans came from
within as he grabbed my hair with his hands and then, exploded down my
throat. It was intense and very sweet and fruity. His body convulsed and he
held me tightly, moaning, shuddering, his entire body electrified. I
cradled him in my arms, kissing his brows and eyes, caressing his
body. Gradually, his sensations subsided into a quiet and satisfied
bliss. The music drifted over us again, caressing us both in its own
supportive way.

After about 10 minutes he whispered, "What about you?" I kissed him again
and said softly, "This is about you. I'm fine. For your first time I wanted
it to be special and for you."

"Guillaume, you are a treasure discovered."

"And you, sweet Jeremy, are a true poet."

It was true. I had noticed how he spoke French very poetically and, it
translated into English rather well also. He nuzzled my neck and said, "I
am indeed the poet but you dear Guillaume are my Mont Parnassus!"

I felt satisfied and once his raging hormones had been quieted, my own
needs had as well. The rest could wait. Jeremy fell asleep in my arms, a
smile on his face.




Part 3:

It was still dark when I awoke. The clock projected the time on the ceiling
and it was only 4:32am. Jeremy's gentle breath caressed my neck and his
upper body was still enveloped in my arms. He had barely moved all night. I
felt his hard cock against me and my own morning glory was more intense
than ever. I loved the feeling of Jeremy's skin against mine; his rhythmic
breathing like fluttering kisses on my neck. I dozed off again.

I awoke again with a start. Jeremy's tongue was circling my nipple closest
to him. His hand gently caressed my cock. As I stirred he kissed me, his
mouth still tasting of peppermint and cinnamon.

"You still taste wonderful," I said. He smiled, hair all tousled and slight
stubble on his chin.

"And," I went on "you look totally beautiful."

"I cheated: I took a leak and brushed my teeth. I wanted to be ready for
now, this is your time. I am going to do my best to make you feel
wonderful. Last night you took me to absolute heaven."

But, I needed to take a leak myself. "Nature calls," I said "otherwise you
might end up with something less pleasant in your mouth than what is
planned!"

"Oooooo. If it's from you Guillaume, I think I'd manage."

I extricated myself from his embrace and went to the bathroom. My piss
boomed into the bowl. I splashed water over my face and brushed my teeth.
Jeremy had thrown back the covers and stretched his arms out towards me as
I returned to the bed.

"You look good enough to eat and I'm so hungry," I said.

I climbed on top of him and kissed him passionately. He rolled me onto my
back and in virtual mirror image, repeated all I had done to him the
previous night. Of course, by this stage, I was so turned on, especially
having suppressed all for Jeremy the previous night, and I exploded within
minutes of him sucking my engorged cock. He extracted all my come and then
nestled in my arms again. I tasted my own come on his lips and
tongue. However, Jeremy did do one "extra" thing. As he licked my inner
thighs, he gently parted my legs and on the way to my balls, licked my hole
for a few seconds.

It was difficult not to reflect on where things had been and where they had
ended up. Jeremy climbed on top of me. I stroked his back, down his spine
and into his crack, stopping short of his hole. He began to kiss me again,
ardently, strongly, and deeply. Then he propped himself up on my chest and
looked deep into my eyes.

"Guillaume, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you deep inside me."  I
replied "Jeremy, we need to take this very carefully. It can be a traumatic
thing the first time." He hugged me more tightly.

"I really want you to fuck me."

"Now?" I asked.

"Not necessarily, but I wanted you to know that that is what I want."


Part 4:

So, that day we went for a picnic in the mountains, finding a little stream
and a nice place under some giant oaks. Giselle had called just as we were
about to leave. We exchanged greetings and had a brief update and I handed
the telephone to Jeremy. He enthused into the telephone, answered Giselle's
questions and then replaced the receiver in its cradle.

"M‚m‚ is so happy that I am happy. Her friend is not well and not
managing so she is happy to be there knowing that you are looking after me
here."

That night we cooked dinner together and retired to bed.

Our lovemaking had been adventurous and sensual but we both knew that
Jeremy had set his focus on me fucking him. I knew him well enough to
accept his absolute determination once he had made up him mind. So, I
allowed him to take control. We spent a good hour kissing, cuddling,
caressing, licking, sucking and fingering. Eventually, he was ready and
amply lubed, positioned himself over my cock to control things. He was of
course, virginal and tight and so it was important that it be his domain. I
worked his cock and caressed his stomach and nipples as he began to take me
inside, carefully and slowly. It took about a minute and several attempts
but eventually, my cock head slipped past his tight sphincter and he was
resting on my pubes. He leaned forward into my tight embrace.  We kissed
passionately and he began to rock slowly, backwards and forwards. Again I
left him in control. His warmth and tightness were amazing. Gradually his
pace and ardour increased and he found the right angle so my cock massaged
his prostate. He began to moan and his breath catch. Our hands interlocked
as he moved more upright again. Our eyes locked. The feeling for me was
deep and intense and he was transported.  "It is just what I wanted," the
words stumbling out. I whispered "I'm so close." We had become as one. And
then he moaned and gasped louder than ever as we both erupted, me deep
inside him and he all over my body, my face, and my hair. He collapsed upon
me. I held him close, kissing him as he tasted his own come which currently
glued us together. Thereafter I taught him how to get fucked in different
positions. He especially loved when we fucked face to face, his legs around
my body so we could kiss. It was heaven.




Epilogue:

Jeremy ended up going to university in Montpellier to study English
language and literature with a minor in 19th century French poetry. He then
got a scholarhsip and went to do his PhD at Oxford. Our relationship
continued. Whether Giselle knew or not she never let on. All that she
recognised was how successful Jeremy had been and he had continued to
develop into a fine young man of whom she was extremely proud. She
recognised my role in this. We all went to Jeremy's graduation from
Oxford. It was a really proud moment for all. Subsequently, over dinner for
two at my home, I suggested to Jeremy that he needed to think about finding
someone closer to his own age. He was after all very attractive, elligible
and in the running for a top university job in the US. At a conference in
Houston he met a young man who was part French and part Turkish, a few
years his junior and they fell in love. They are still both close friends
and we email and speak often.