Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2015 22:08:09 +0000
From: James <niftyaccount27@yahoo.com>
Subject: Month in Marseille-Submission 2

Month in Marseille- submission 2

27th July, 2016 (part 2)

I'll start off by finishing off telling you what happened last night. As
you'll remember Agnes and Jac were going out for their anniversary meal
somewhere in the centre of Marseille. They ended up going to this really
posh restaurant called Le Bistrot d'Edouard. Turns out he'd been planning
it for weeks and even booked a room in the city for the night. When I was
sat outside taking to Jac he asked if I would mind keeping an eye on Hatem
until the day after, where they'd be back about one o'clock in the
afternoon. He also made a weird sexual innuendo that I forced myself to
laugh at, although it was a little creepy coming from a seventy something
year old man. Do they still have sex at that age?

Anyway, I agreed and was told there was food pre-prepared in the oven, and
to just heat it up whenever we were hungry. He said they'd be leaving in
about an hour.

After a final warning that Hatem was a handful and to be careful not to let
him take advantage of me since he was out, I headed back inside to wait for
Hatem.

After roughly twenty minutes since he went to his room, he walked into the
garage where I was, this time without knocking, and told me I should come
to his room to play on his Playstation. This seemed better than doing
nothing, so I followed him through the kitchen and up the stairs until we
reached his room about two doors further down from his grandparents' room.

"Sorry it is a mess, uhh, move those clothes off the bed and I will put the
game in. You like FIFA, yes?"

"Bien sûr" (of course)

I picked up a few shirts off his bed along with another pair of football
shorts and threw them onto the floor to the right. As I watched them hit
the floor I noticed a scrunched up bit of tissue slightly poking out from
under the bed. Any male reading this will know there is only one thing this
could be...

"You have a cold?" I asked, picking the tissue up with two fingers and
laughing.

He looked back and said with a menacing grin, "why don't you try and blow
your nose with it?"

"C'est dégoûtant." (That's disgusting) I replied, tossing it back next to
the bed.

"tell me you don't do it then huh?"

"I didn't say that..." I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Come, pick your team and stop thinking about me touching myself you
pervert."

Well that's strange, I was doing exactly that.

I'd forgotten that at his age I'd just discovered jacking off, my twelfth
birthday to be exact. I remember someone telling me that you could only cum
if you were at least 12 years old, so on my birthday, as soon as I woke up
I began to stroke myself, nothing worked. I then held on to it and did the
hand action that everyone did when insinuating masturbation and still
nothing worked. I kept at it for about a minute, maybe two and then felt
the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt in my life. Of course, nothing came
out. Only a few little drops began to emerge until I'd picked it up more,
well, when I picked it up a lot. Fuck, I must have done it at every
opportunity I had. When I woke up, when I had ten minutes in my room alone
during the day, at night before bed, maybe in the middle of the night if I
woke up. I found out the hard way that you really can do it too
much... I'll not explain that bit.

Anyway, the thought of Hatem doing what I did at his age made me bone up,
but luckily I was lying face down on his bed at this point, so I was
safe. He jumped up on the bed next to me and lay in a similar position to
my left.

"I play with Marseille." He declared.

"Fine by me, I'll have Swansea."

He laughed at my choice, which I picked mainly because I'm from an area not
far from there.

"Quelle un merde équipe." (What a shit team.)

I looked at him, again raising my eyebrows to let him know I understood,
which he wasn't bothered about at all.

"You swear around your grandparents?"

"Nope, but you will not say anything."

"What makes you so sure?." I smiled.

"Because you don't want people to see this."

 He then pulled out his old Nokia phone, clicked through the pictures and
showed me a photo of myself... Naked, in the garage. Turns out it wasn't a
bird at the window after I came out of the shower this morning.

"And I'm the pervert?" I joked. Trying to grab his phone to delete the
photo.

"Ah ah ah, I don't think so." He said, before pulling his phone away and
trying to put it in his pocket.

I then tried to wrestle him against the bed, rolling him on to his back and
holding his arms in place, also tying to hide my boner as I moved. I ended
up getting kneed in the lip accidentally in his struggle to get free,
causing me to fall back and let him go. He didn't realise so jumped onto
me, trying to restrain me by straddling my chest and grabbing my arms,
until he realised I was bleeding and stopped.

"Merde, sorry. Was that me?"

"Yeah, don't worry it's just a cut. I'll go wash it off."

I walked into his bathroom towards the sink and began washing my lip with
cold water, blood trickling down the basin.

Hatem was stood next to me, watching the water turn red with an apologetic
look on his face.

"I'll delete the photo if it will make you feel better?"

I glanced over at him, and asked, "why did you take it in the first place?"

He then blushed, looking away. "I was just looking in to see what you
looked like but you were naked... And you looked good."

This time it was me who blushed, clearly not expecting him to say
that. What did he mean by "looked good"? Is he gay like me? Or was he just
saying he liked the look of my body? I do like my body, I work out whenever
I can, and I play rugby back in Wales so I'm pretty fit.

"Uhm, thank you. I think."

"You don't have to be shy. I just think you have a nice body. And your
thing is bigger than mine.. See?"

He then got the photo out again, which was weird for me to see. I mean,
isn't it strange to look at a naked picture of yourself from the phone of a
twelve year old boy? He then pressed the delete button.

"Want to see mine?" He asked, his right hand hovering over his package and
tugging at his shorts, clearly adjusting himself.

"You really are a pervert." I laughed, as I grabbed some tissue to hold
against my lip and turned towards the door.

"You are no fun." He moaned as he followed me out the door.

We lay back on the bed and eventually started playing FIFA, which we drew
1-1 in the first game. My excuse was that I have an Xbox at home, not a
Playstation, so I was getting used to the controls. He didn't accept this
so I told him I'd beat him in the next match.

He looked at me and said, "Do you want to make a bet?"

"Like what?"

"Hmmm, you win, and I'll be good tonight."

"Et si je perd...?"(and if I lose?)

"Then you do what I say, and I am in charge."

I paused and hesitated whether to accept this or not. What was he wanting
me to do if he won? Was it really worth taking the risk of finding out?

"Unless you are scared of losing..."

"Fine, deal. But I get to be Barcelona."

"Borussia Dortmund"

"Fine."

So off we went, Borussia Dortmund vs Marseille. I was determined to win,
mainly because I was worried about what he'd make me do if I lost, although
this did excite me a little in truth.

You can probably guess the outcome, I fucking lost. Marco Reus injured in
the ninth minute of the game can you believe. If you don't follow football,
that's a very bad thing to happen. Especially since it led to Hatem looking
at me with such a smug grin at the fact he'd won our little wager.

"I think that makes me in charge now, yes?"

I rolled my eyes but asked what he wanted to do.

"First, you can make my dinner. And then you can run me a bath."



Okay, not too bad so far...

He then added, "while I go in the bath, you can tidy my room. Yes?"

"Uh huh."

And with that, I went downstairs to heat up our food, while he decided to
stay and play against his friends online.

Jac and Agnes then announced they were off out and shouted goodbye to Hatem
from downstairs. They gave me a few last tips and then headed off.

While I waited, I picked up one of the books off the shelf in the kitchen
and started to read. It was a book on Descartes' meditations, something I'd
read myself at home in English.

Looking at his other reading material, I've come to the conclusion that Jac
has a decent taste in books, ranging from the classical selection of Karl
Marx to various philosophers like Aquinas, the key figure of Natural moral
law. I hope he didn't agree with this though, natural moral law essentially
tells us homosexuality is more sinful than rape, because at least rape can
lead to the 'natural telos of sex- (reproduction)'. How disgusting.

Back to last night...

I dished up the food and shouted to Hatem to come and get it, by which he
called back and told me I need to bring it up to him so he can eat it in
his room.

"I'm not sure you're allowed to eat in your room."

"Don't forget who is in charge Lewis." He laughed.

This was going to get annoying. I did as he asked, putting his plate on a
trey and headed upstairs, setting it down on his bed next to him.

"I'll be downstairs, tell me if you need anything."

"I will." He grinned, before I left the room again.

About half an hour, he called for me to fetch his dishes and to wash them-
something Agnes told me Hatem was supposed to help with. But what was the
point?

When I'd finished, I went to the bathroom to run his bath, tempted to
urinate in the water since he'd been so annoying.

It finally dawned on my that maybe he really is a handful.

"Your baths done." I shouted, which he responded to by entering the room.

As I started to walk out, he blocked my route out and asked, "where are you
going? You are going to wash me."

"Woaah Hatem, I don't think so."

"You have to, you agreed."

"I didn't agree to this..." I complained.

"I don't care, either this, or you have a forfeit."

"What's the forfeit?"

"You have to lick my balls." He said before bursting into laughter.

Tempting, temping, I thought. But I can't. He'd end up telling his
grandparents and I couldn't risk that, I guess washing him, to a degree,
wouldn't seem as bad as putting my mouth near his private parts.

"I'll wash..." I sighed.

"Good." He said, smiling.

He then pulled off his navy shirt so I was able to see his chest.

Smooth, hairless skin, with a slight tan from the summer sun. His stomach
was lean, which was likely given he played football, and as he lifted his
shirt I could see he had no hair under his arms either.

Now for the interesting bit...

He pulled down his football shorts, leaving just his green, skin tight
boxer shorts. The first thing I noticed was the obvious tent pointing at
me, he was as hard as a rock!

I couldn't help but stare at it, which caused him to tilt his head until I
glanced back up and made eye contact again with him.

"Yes, you're definitely the pervert. Bet you want to see more eh?"

I just shook my head at him and rolled my eyes in dismissal. But he
remained facing me and pulled his boxers off, throwing them at my face. I
caught a whiff off his boyish scent as the material hit my skin. I'd be
lying if I say this wasn't enjoyable, the smell making my growing boner
reach its full size immediately.

"Jesus Hatem, get in the bath and get this over with."

I mainly said this to prevent the awkward silence in the room as he stood
there naked, watching my reaction as he presented himself in front of me.

I bet you're wanting to know what he looked like down there?

Well, in terms of size, it was about five inches, which is decent given
he's twelve! It wasn't thick, but it looked so tender and soft.

He wasn't circumcised, and neither was I, but his foreskin reached over the
tip of his dick, which I had to ask him about.

"Does it pull all the way back?" I asked nervously.

"Why don't you find out?"

I really should have picked up by now he was adamant that I'd touch him. He
was making it so hard for me to control myself, but again I managed to do
so and rolled my eyes at him again. Instead, he pulled his skin back until
his head popped out, and then asked, "happy?"

"Bien sûr"

"Now you can wash my back."

"Give me a sponge then." I asked.

"Don't be silly Lewis. You will use your hands."

Well, this was as good an excuse that I'd get to legitimately touch him, so
I pretended to hesitate, but eventually told him to turn around as I began
to massage his shoulder blades and upper back, his smooth, soapy skin
slipping between my fingers.

"Lower"

I then moved to the middle bit of his back, moving my hands in circular
motions until he followed with,

"Lower"

Fuck I was hard at that point. I couldn't take this torment, he only had to
ask one more time and I'd be touching his...

"Lower."

And my hands were now on his ass cheeks. They were so damn smooth and
perfect. I massaged them like I had done with his back but applied more
pressure to take in the sensation of holding his lustrous buns.

"Inside too."

I hoped he'd say that, as I parted his cheeks and peered into his crevice
to see his pink little hole, running my fingers in between.

I realised at this point I'd probably went to far, so I pulled my hands
away and washed them in the water.

"You aren't done yet. My front now."

"Forget it. I'm not touching you down there."

"I guess you could choose the alternative..."

"No, I'm not doing it, I'll get in trouble."

"Pfft off who? I won't say anything, I promise."

After he gave me a convincing look, I reached my hand back up to his dick,
still hard from before, and obviously maintained by the sensation of my
hands working his ass. I stroked its length with my right palm, causing it
to twitch at the contact.

"Hold it."

I wrapped my hand around it gently, revelling in the excitement of holding
this young boy's cock and stroking the skin with my finger tips.

"Mmmhh"

"this is going too far Hatem, I'm not doing anymore, I did what you asked."

"Hmmm fine, maybe another time, yes?" He said with a cheeky smile.

"Why don't you finish up washing your hair while I get your towel ready."

"Good idea, take my clothes out with you too."

I did so, picking up his shorts, shirt and boxer shorts that he'd thrown at
me earlier, and leaving the room, shutting the door behind me.

I was now in his bedroom, and faced with the task of picking up his clothes
which he'd managed to leave in every corner of the room. It took me about
twenty minutes to do this, folding everything and putting them into piles
of pants, shirts, socks and underwear.

I'd nearly forgotten about the clothes he'd just taken off, so I picked
them up off the bed and walked over to his washing basket next to his door.

I stopped for a moment as I looked at his underwear that he'd thrown at me,
and at this point I couldn't resist the urge to re-familiarise myself with
the beautiful, boyish smell. I held it up closer to my face, noticing a
small wet patch in the crotch area, which I immediately recognised as
cum. I then pulled it to my nose and inhaled, again causing my dick to
harden and push against my trousers.

I couldn't have picked a worse moment to do this, as Hatem walked out of
the bathroom, catching me in the act.

He seemed more happy than disturbed, and simply shouted,

"Ha. I knew it!"

"I was just uhmm, erm, I..."

"Don't try to get out of it. You're gay, I could tell. All the better for
me."

"What?"

"Are you stupid? I've been coming on to you all day!"

I hesitated before replying,

"Hatem, I might be gay. But we can't be doing things like that. I'm
supposed to be looking after you."

"Pfft, you are three years older. What difference is that? My mère is
older by 7 to my pa."

"It's not the same..."

"It is the same. So come on, you can touch me, you know you want to yes?"

"No..."

"Suit yourself. But think about it."

"Look, I'm going to bed. Promise me you won't mention anything to your
grandparents?"

He didn't reply, just sat on his bed in a sulk.

"Please?.."

"I promise. Goodnight."

And with that, I walked out. Feeling terrible for how I'd just handled the
situation. I went back the garage, which brings me to the time of writing.
I can't even bring myself to jack off after how I ended things. Was I too
harsh? Did I do the right thing? Fuck, I wasn't expecting this. This months
going to be harder than I thought.