Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2015 18:05:25 +0000
From: James <niftyaccount27@yahoo.com>
Subject: Month in Marseille- submission 5

Month in Marseille- submission 5


Dear readers, this is a short entry but I've had no time at all to write,
so this is just to keep you interested. Expect a more regular posting in
about a month.



I waited, perched at the end of my bed for Hatem to follow me. I wasn't
sure if he would given the way he'd been with me over the last few days.
But he reluctantly came in and stood with half of his body in the room and
the other still in the hallway leading up to the kitchen.

"Come in. Please."

Again with a moment of hesitation he finally gave in and stepped further
into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Make it quick, I have things to do."

I knew he was lying, he had nothing to do that I was aware of, and being
the summer holidays, this is the time that no kid has anything to
do. Except me, of course. I asked him intently,

"Like what?"

"Just... Things." He shot back, looking at the floor.

"I know you don't want to talk to me, but I need to say this....Will you
let me?"

He merely nodded his head.

"I admit that I want to do things with you. And I will, on one condition."

His face lit up excitedly before he calmed down, his eyes narrowing and his
cheeky side-smile returning.  "I knew it. What is your condition?"

"Nobody ever finds out about this. Not your friends, not your parents,
grandparents, anyone! Okay?"

He nodded his head in a way that said it was a fair request while his
facial expression remained the same.

"And I have one condition for you too."

"Huh? What do you mean? I thought you wanted this badly?"

"Pfft, I'm not that desperate. You want this as bad as I do. Come on, it
only took you one day, not even that, to come crawling back to me after you
saw me naked. I'm not stupid."

Fuck, this kid knows me too well. I probably do want this more than he
does.

I express a look of shock, before sighing and then saying, "Ok, you're
right. What's your condition?"

"I get to keep the photo of you on my phone."

I suddenly remembered what I'd just done before he returned from shopping
with his grandparents, and I think my reaction said it all as Hatem stopped
smiling and asked what was wrong.

"I... Uhm, deleted it already, from your phone."

"You went on my phone?" He shouted back in disbelief.

"Shhh, your grandparents will hear."

"I don't give a shit. Why the fuck were you on my phone?"

"I wasn't sure if you'd deleted it and I didn't want you using it to
blackmail me. So I took the opportunity when you were out."

"Then I guess you saw huh?" He pressed, moving closer to me to where I was
sat on the bed. "You saw the other pictures didn't you?" He carried on,
somewhat relentlessly.

"Fuck Hatem, yes I saw them. What's the deal with that anyway?"

"The deal?" He asked, obviously confused by the term.

"Why do you have pictures of so many people naked on your phone?" I
whispered, now putting the pressure on him to explain, rather than it being
on me to explain why I was on his phone.

"For the same reason I had one of you. I blackmail them into doing
things. I make them suck me if I want and sometimes I do things to them
too. But I prefer the other."

"What the fuck... Hatem that's wrong. You can't force people into having
sex with you."

"It's not forced. I only do it with people who I know are gay. I make sure
I'm certain so It's uhh, not like they don't enjoy it."

"It doesn't matter if they're gay or not. There are other ways to let them
know you're interested! Besides, they may be gay but that doesn't mean
they're attracted to you too!"

"Yes but this way they can't say no if they don't want people to find out
that they are gay. If I blackmail them, they can't say no. But if they say
yes then they know people won't find out. It is, what you would call a
'win-win.' And of course they find me attractive, who wouldn't?" He added
with a smirk, obviously joking.

"This isn't something to joke about Hatem. What happens if they refuse?" I
quickly responded.

"Then I don't do anything. It is an empty threat."

"So you don't do anything with the photos?"

"No. I keep them for my own pleasure."

"Well, now that I know your threats are empty, you can delete all of the
photos you have on your phone. And if you don't, I'll tell your
grandparents exactly what you've been doing, and I'll have the proof on
your phone. And trust me, my threats are not empty."

He looked me dead in the eyes to test my sincerity, and once he knew I was
being serious, he then looked down at the floor, and said quietly, "Ok. But
this means you HAVE to let me do things with you, since you're stopping me
from doing things with other boys."

"I don't HAVE to do do anything. We're even now. Got it?"

He sighed and nodded his head.

"Now go and get your phone."

He did as I asked although he slammed the door on his way out. I almost
kissed myself as I realised I now had the advantage over him; he couldn't
blackmail me anymore and I now knew that his threats were harmless. I lay
back on my bed and smiled to myself as I thought about how I'd make him
squirm. I had no obligation to do things with him and he had no ammunition
to get other boys to do it, now that I'd be making him delete the photos.
I then started to consider what he'd actually been doing. Was it so wrong
to blackmail other boys that he knew were gay, just to initiate sexual
relationships? Or was it actually a pretty smart idea? I'll give him credit
for at least making sure they were gay, but at the same time I think he
needed to be told about how wrong it was, given the fact they didn't fully
give their consent.

 He returned about 5 minutes later and now looked a little less annoyed,
and instead looked upset.
 "Here." He said, as he tossed his phone onto my bed and turned to walk out
again.

"Hatem." I said quietly before he opened the door. "Come here." I continued
as he stopped and turned again to face me.  "I'm not doing this to hurt
you. I'm doing this for you."

"How is this helping me?" He blurted out, now looking as if he were about
to cry.

"Because this isn't normal. It isn't right what you've been doing and you
know it isn't. Don't you?"

He didn't reply, but I took his silence as a yes.

"Look, you're a good looking boy. You'll easily find someone willing to do
things with you without having to threaten them to do it."

He still looked pretty dejected and on the verge of tears, and ran out of
the room before saying anything back to me.

Dinner was ready within an hour of Agnes getting back; she was insanely
good in the kitchen and had made each of us a juicy steak along with
potatoes and a creamy black pepper sauce. Throughout the meal, I glanced
over the table to see Hatem looking completely miserable, his bottom lip
protruding out and he was barely touching his food. Of course his
grandparents noticed, and Agnes expressed a look of concern to Jac and then
spoke up to Hatem.

"Je suis certain que les choses seront mieux avec ton ami. Tu dois
être patient."(I am sure that things will be better with your
friend. You must be patient.)

He remained in the same state, but I guess that had something to do with
the fact that the friend he'd fell out with was sitting opposite him. There
wasn't much conversation after this, although I did have a chance to talk
to Jac about some of the extra tools I'd need him to get from town on his
next visit, which I'd be paying for, of course. We finished up and once
again I offered to clean up after the meal and was turned down by an
insistent Agnes who refused to let me do any more work. I then thanked her
for the food and headed to the garage to read my book. After a few hours of
reading, both Agnes and Jac popped their head into the room and said
goodnight; they were going to bed now and told me Hatem would probably
still be awake if I wanted to say goodnight to him, although he'd been in
his room ever since the meal.  I said goodnight too and they left.

About half an hour later I opened the glass door leading out of the garage,
and sat on a log outside. I could see the house from here, and I initially
intended to sit and relax, until I noticed the light in Hatem's room
flicker off. He'd been awake all this time, and had now decided to go to
sleep.

This gave me an idea, although I waited about twenty minutes before I did
anything. After I this time, I headed back into the garage and then through
the kitchen, being careful not to make any noise. I crept up the stairs and
past Jac and Agnes' room, where I could hear two very deep patterns of
snoring. I smiled at this as I carried on until I reached Hatem's door,
where I slowly pushed it open, moving in silence.  He hadn't noticed I was
there yet, and I assumed he was pretty much ready to fall asleep, so I
stood at the bottom of his bed, waiting for him to see me. He still didn't
notice, so I thought I'd get his attention a different way.

I lifted the bottom of his duvet up and kneeled on his bed, until I lay
down In between his legs, still trying not to wake him, as I assumed he had
to have been asleep since he hadn't noticed me. I gently pulled down his
boxer shorts and exposed his penis, which I couldn't see, given it was
pitch-black under the blanket. I pulled it further out of his underwear
until both his scrotum and his penis were accessible, and I then proceeded
to swirl my tongue around his scrotum and along the underside of his
shaft. Once I did this, his body shivered and I felt the draft of the
blanket being pulled up, and then back down again as he sat up and
instantly dropped back to enjoy the sensation. I persisted, as I worked my
mouth around his balls, sucking on each of them before switching my
attention to his now-twitching member. It wasn't too big, about five inches
from what I could deduct by the feel of it in my hand. I moved my hand
slowly but after noticing it's dryness, I spat on the tip and smothered its
length with moisture. I was beginning to feel a the heat at this point, as
Hatem's warm legs were now raised and occasionally clamped my head into
position out of reflex. I pulled the duvet from around my head to the side
so I could finally breathe some fresh air. As I did this, I could finally
see what I was working on, and also Hatem's facial expressions. He looked
down at me in content, again with his side smile that was becoming so
alluring. It's almost a look of cheeky arrogance, as if he genuinely knows
how beautiful he is and how he's willing to take advantage of it. He seemed
to marvel in this power he had over me, that I was willing to do this, and
that I was actually enjoying it so much...  I turned my attention back to
his boyhood, which I eventually took into my mouth and began to work on him
slowly and thoroughly. Glancing back up I noticed he'd dropped his smug
look and instead took up a look of pure pleasure as he jerked his hips
upwards to meet my face. He really didn't take long to finish and ended up
spurting about two sweet shots into my mouth without warning, so some of it
landed on his balls as it poured out of my mouth before I could react. I
swallowed as much as I could but after a moment of silence, he sat up,
looked down at me and the last few drops on his scrotum said,
 "And that bit too."

As a marginal attempt to regain some dignity, I said pointed at his tissue
box next to his bed and said,

"You can do that yourself can't you?"

"But.."

"Goodnight Hatem." I interrupted, before standing up and walking out of his
room, a smug grin of my own plastered across my face.

I headed back down to the garage, brushed my teeth and went to bed, where I
sit writing at this moment. I'm pretty sure it's going to be impossible
getting to sleep with the image of what I've just done fresh in my mind, so
I'm going to jack off now and see what happens tomorrow.

End of chapter.