Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 14:04:13 +1200
From: bob charles <pennywise3636@gmail.com>
Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 15

Washed Up.

Disclaimer:

Warning: this story contains sexual content, contact between young boys,
and other themes that may offend.  If the subject matter offends you, is
not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find
something else to read. In the following story all names and events are
completely fictional.  Although I may mention a specific location, place,
or person any resemblance to said people, location, or places is completely
unintentional.

Chapter 15:

We follow mum and Manuel's dad in the main entrance, straight past the
ticket booth and into a train waiting at the platform. It turns out the
adults have been really busy this morning, and organised as well as paid
for everything we were to do today. The train is a similar one to the one
we had caught in Paris to come here in the first place, but I instinctively
know that we aren't going back to Paris, well not yet anyway.

We take our seat just as the train lurches forward, and begins its journey
taking us where ever it is that it's going. The trip only takes half an
hour and before I have realised it we are pulling to a stop at a train
station in Clermont-Ferrand. It turns out we are not staying here for very
long, because once the train has come to a stop and the doors have opened,
mum rushes off the train and heads quickly towards another one which is
waiting at the platform.

We all quickly follow and clamber on another train, which looks exactly the
same as the one we just got off. This time we have a little more of a wait
once we have taken our seats but not by much. I still want to ask mum were
we are going but she has taken a seat away from us with Manuel's dad, so I
don't stand a chance. I'm not disappointed because it means an adventure
into the unknown but at the same time I would like to know what mum has
planned. It is mainly because I have a couple of things I want to do as
well, especially for my lover Pierre.

************

I am feeling nervously excited about the trip, the not knowing part is
starting to drive me crazy though, because I do like to be in control of as
much as possible. I am hoping that we are going to Avignon because it is
Pierre's home town, but who knows what mum has in her mind. For all I know
we could end up in Spain, Germany or even Italy. Sometimes I can read mum
like a book, but this is definitely not one of them, because her
expressions are hiding her secrets very well, and it is getting annoying.

I'm pretty sure Pierre is feeling the same way as I am, but then again does
he really want to go back to Avignon after all his mum died tragically
there. That is the reason I want to go there, because I feel it would be
good for Pierre to visit his mum's grave and pay his respects. He really
has had it tough, but I'm going to do all I can to help him. His problems
are still more important than my little ones, despite what he has told me.

Callum and Manuel seem to be really excited about the prospect of going
into the unknown. I think it's more because it is enabling them to spend
more time together, since they really have become the best of
buddies. Their smiles are causing their whole faces to glow in a magically
jovial aura, as they just chatter away about complete nonsense to each
other. It really is such a pleasure to see my little brother so happy and
full of life, especially when I look back to the dark times after Pierre
got taken away. I can feel that warm tingly feeling all over me, from
seeing my cute little brother like that again.

The train suddenly lurches forward, and we start to leave the station with
only knowing only one thing for sure, and that is that we are not going to
Paris. If we were then we would have taken a train direct from Vichy, so I
am absolutely certain that we are not going there. I am really hoping that
we are heading south but I don't know France, or the area well enough to
get any indication from the landmarks.

As the train lumbers its way along the tracks, we get a good view of the
Massif Central region of France. The landscape is volcanic with most of the
volcanoes being long extinct. We traverse our way past grassy cone shaped
hills formed by ancient volcanoes, magnificent snow flecked peaks of
tallish mountains and high plateaus. The region is really spectacular in a
wild sort of way, but it is also very empty with few notable towns or
cities around.

Despite how spectacular the scenery is, having Pierre's beautiful warm
comforting body up against mine just makes me so relaxed and
tranquil. Before long we are both asleep snuggled into each other while the
train continues to traverse its way through France. I am really surprised
at how quickly I fell asleep because one moment I was wide eyed gazing over
the beautiful scenery while it passed us by, and the next I'm out like a
light. Pierre is the same way too, and it results in us both blaming the
late night we had followed by the early wakeup call this morning from
Callum and Manuel.

All too soon we are getting woken up because the train is pulling into the
station at our destination. Bleary eyed and dreary I try to make sense of
everything, but I am still too asleep to be able to concentrate. The first
thing I notice when my eyes begin to focus is the clock, and it turns out
we slept our way through a good chunk of the five hour train ride. Now sort
of awake I look around to try and find something to tell me where the hell
we are, and spot a sign saying Nimes, which means absolutely nothing to me,
and Pierre seems as confused as I am.

The train slowly grinds to a halt, and the doors open with a hiss,
indicating to us that it is time to get off. Slowly I untangle myself from
Pierre and proceed to try to stand up. My body is sore and aching from
being asleep in a sitting position for so long. My legs are especially
stiff and sore and really don't want to co-operate with my commands, making
it exceedingly difficult to stand up.

Manuel's dad sees the trouble I'm having so gives me a hand to stand up,
and then does the same for Pierre. Pierre is looking worse for wear as
well, a result of me snuggling into him while we both slept during the
journey. I can tell just by looking at him just how cramped his body has
become, because he is really struggling to get anything to listen to what
he tells it to do. Between Manuel's dad helping Pierre, and François
helping me out, we stagger down the aisle towards the door and disembark
the train.

Once out of the enclosed space of the train carriage and into the wide open
space of the train terminal, I can finally stretch out properly. It feels
oh so good to get a good decent stretch and I can feel my body starting to
recover. Pierre has the same idea as me, but due to have been cramped up
for so long in a worse position than me; he takes a lot longer to iron out
all the kinks in his body.

Now that we are both properly stretched and limbered up, we take hold of
each other's hand and join everyone else. Once we are all together in a
group we proceed towards the main entrance of the station, and go outside
into the blaring warm sunshine outside. The weather is immaculate and it is
a lot warmer here than it had been during our whole time in Vichy.

The result of this is that everyone quickly removes their jerseys, and
tries to shove them into their bags. It is really hard to do because I have
just shoved all my clothes in there, so there really isn't a lot of room to
add another item of clothing to the mix. I then have to do battle with it
again to try and zip the bag closed, which leaves me feeling really hot and
tired, and dripping with sweat, but I get it done successfully so I'm
happy.

Now that everyone is slightly better dressed for the warmth of southern
France, we continue on our way. Mum and Manuel's dad really must have done
a lot of organising this morning, because waiting for us outside the
station is a minibus, which is well and truly large enough for all of us
and our bags. We quickly load up and get in, with Manuel who is the slowest
to close the sliding door behind him. Once we are all seated and belted in
the taxi driver starts up the minibus, and pulls out into the traffic.

The traffic in Nimes is horrible, and extremely busy. It takes us a while
to get anywhere, not that I have any idea where we are going. After what
seems like an eternity wading through really slow traffic, an absolute
marvel of a structure appears up in front of us. It is an ancient Roman
Amphitheatre and it is in a remarkable state of preservation. It is amazing
and my jaw drops open in total awe of the magnificent structure which
towers over us, while we slowly drive around it.

Pierre is snuggled into me as close as he can, just so he can get a better
look at the beautiful grand structure we are travelling around. He is in as
much of a state of reverence to what I am in. it really is an unbelievable
sight and having Pierre snuggled into me while we enjoy it, makes it seem
so much more magical. I almost feel life I am in a dream, and literally
pinch myself to make sure that this is real. It is, but I still cannot
believe it.

All too quickly the taxi driver turns off and the Amphitheatre starts to
fade away in the distance. To my surprise and sheer delight we pull up in
front of a hotel not too far away. The hotel was once a pair of eighteenth
century mansions, and the outside still reflects the past affluence. Mum
then pays the fare, which is actually surprisingly cheap given how long we
were in the minibus for, but I suppose given how slow the traffic was we
never went very far.

In a nice orderly fashion we all get out of the minibus and then unload our
bags. Once we have all gathered on the tree lined sidewalk the taxi driver
takes off, cautiously pulling into the steady stream of traffic, before he
and the minibus disappear into the distance. Mum then again takes the lead
along with Manuel's dad, and they lead us up the steps and in through the
grand front door into the hotel.

Once inside the warmly decorated interior of the hotel we are pleasantly
welcomed by the hotel's owner. The owner is as warm and friendly as the
hotel is decorated, and he instantly makes us feel right at home. Mum
checks us in and hands out the keys, before the owner graciously escorts us
to our rooms. He leads us up a grand wide staircase, right up to the third
floor. The whole place is really nicely decorated in warm woody colours,
and what is better is that it still has all its period charm. I feel really
happy in this place and I'm so glad to be spending at least a night here
with the love of my life.

The room arrangements are going to be interesting because this is where I
will be able to tell best how much mum has really gotten over my
relationship with Pierre. Once the owner has pointed out which of the rooms
are for us he tells us to enjoy our stay, before leaving us to it. Not
surprisingly mum and Manuel's dad are sharing one room, Sarah gets her own
again, but the next part is what I'm most interested in.

Mum then drops a bombshell, but it wasn't exactly one that I had
expected. Pierre and I do get to sleep together again, but we also have
little Manuel to look after, because mum thinks it is time that François
had a break from looking after the two of them. The excitement levels in
both Manuel and Callum suddenly crash through the floor, and they look
completely distraught with the announcement. I really feel sorry for them
because they really are happy together, and I just love seeing my little
brother as happy as he has been lately.

On the other hand I am so glad that mum is going to let me sleep with
Pierre, because I really didn't think she would let us. Having Manuel with
us is a little bit of an inconvenience but nothing that we can't handle and
honestly I am happy to look after them, but I would prefer it to be both of
them or none at all, because I really don't want to separate them.

With that done mum hands the keys out and disappears into her room followed
closely behind by Manuel's dad. Sarah vanishes almost the same instant that
she gets her key, leaving the rest of us still out in the hallway. Manuel
and Callum still look beside themselves and upset at having to be in
different rooms, and they both have the most adorable pleading looks on
their faces.

"Joshy, François, pweese can me and Manuel sleep in the same room
again?" Callum asks in such an adorable pleading voice that it is so hard
to ignore.

"Ok, you can..." François starts to say before I cut him off.

"No François, they can stay in our room, because you deserve to have a
night to yourself after all that you have done for us.*" I say in a sincere
but demanding tone of voice to avoid any argument from the kind-hearted
man.  "Yippee, you lot are so awesome!" Callum yells jumping up and down,
before throwing himself at me and hugging me tightly.

"Yay, I so happy you're gonna let us sleep in your room!" Manuel roars in
his shriek high pitch voice, before he also launches himself into a huge
cuddle with me.

"Thank you so much, but I will look after them tomorrow night because you
two need the privacy more than I do." François tells me earnestly, but
with a huge smile on his face. He isn't so much smiling because he gets to
sleep in a room without the youngsters tonight, he is just happy seeing the
two little ones so ecstatic and full of life. It really does warm his
heart, but at the same time makes him realise what he has missed out on.

François then picks up his bag and heads towards his room, but not
before the two little ones stop him in his tracks by latching onto him and
giving him a cuddle as well. They feel like they should really show
François how grateful the really are for everything he has done for not
only them, but Pierre and me as well. They really are just so sweet and
adorable, and it warms my heart so much to see just how caring and
affectionate they are. François hugs them back, because he really does
like looking after them, but is going to appreciate the alone time as well.

Free from their clasp, I unlock the door to our room before taking Pierre's
hand in one hand, and picking up my bag with the other, I lead my sweet
boyfriend into our room. The room is as immaculately decorated as the rest
of the building, and has a snug, welcoming feel to it. Like the last hotel
we stayed at, it is furnished with both a single and a queen sized bed.

There is also an enormous chest of drawers which has been made out of some
dark local hardwood. On the wall behind the drawers is an elegant antique
mirror, which has a beautifully crafted gold edging surrounding it. The
room also has a medium sized wall mounted high definition LCD TV, which has
satellite TV channels and built in surround sound. There is a small lounge
type set up in front of two big French doors which lead out to our own
private balcony. The lounge set up just has a small two seater couch and a
reclining armchair and in the middle is a small round wooden coffee table.

Out on the balcony is a small metal outdoor table and chair setup, but
there are only two chairs surrounding the table, but we don't really plan
on using it so it really doesn't matter. There are a couple of flower pots
with beautiful looking flowers growing in them, which just adds a nice
touch to what would otherwise be a bland and boring balcony. The best thing
though is the view, because we are looking straight over the pedestrianized
Place du Marché.

The room also comes with an ensuite, which is pretty standard. It is light
and bright with lots of white, but it is clean. It has the usual fixtures,
toilet, shower, vanity and a large mirror mounted on one wall. The most
impressive thing about this ensuite compared to the others we have stayed
in is that it has a beautiful claw foot bath in it. It gets me really
excited because it has been years since I last had a bath, so it would be
awesome to have one again, especially given it means I can snuggle better
with my sexy French boyfriend.

Pretty much as soon as we enter the room we get ambushed by two over
excited nine year olds, who have released François from their embrace so
that he can enjoy a moment's peace and quiet. The downside to them being so
kind to François is that we have to bear the brunt of the excitement and
enthusiasm. I am really starting to wonder whether being so kind to
François was really such a good idea. I shake the thought from my head
because despite how excited they are it is still so much fun having them
around, and I really care for my little brother so it really needed no
second thought.

Before the younger two get in full control of the situation, I figure I
should start to fight back. I notice out of the corner of my eye that
Manuel is taking on my lover, so I know for certain that it is my brother
on top of me. I'm glad about that because I know Callum's weaknesses but
yet he still has to properly find mine. The first problem though is that
I'm on my front with Callum behind me, so I need to find a way to turn
around. The easiest we to do this against my little brother is to just roll
over.

That leads me to my second problem. He has me pinned in such a way that I
physically can't roll over, so I'm going to have to find another way. I try
to rock my body in order to see whether I can get up enough momentum to
eventually roll over, but Callum cottons on to that idea and quickly
repositions himself to stop me from doing that.

Advantage me, because that is what I had been hoping for, because in the
process of repositioning his body he loosens his grip on one of my arms,
allowing me to break it free. Now with my arm free it is a lot easier to
take control of things. I grab at one of Callum's legs and pull it towards
me. In the process of doing that Callum starts to lose all control, as he
loses his grip on my other arm. This allows me to now flip over and get
Callum on the ground, which gives me a huge upper hand, except Callum has
managed to make sure that he is on his back.

Well it should have been advantage me, but Callum has worked out my
ultimate weakness. Well any boy's weakness, when he reaches into my pants
and grabs hold of my now stiff little dickie and my balls at the same time,
and squeezes. He squeezes just tight enough to gain full control of the
situation, and to ensure it stays that way he uses his free hand to undo my
pants to give him easier access to my package. I can't believe the little
shit would go for such a low blow, but worst of all is there is nothing I
can do to win from here.

I decide that it is better to surrender at this point. I know that Callum
won't hurt me, but I'm still not willing to take that chance. Given that he
is holding my dick and balls in a tight grasp gives me even more incentive
not to try anything. I look over at my boyfriend to see how he is doing,
and I'm really happy with what I see. Pierre has Manuel pinned to the floor
unable to move, but that still doesn't help my situation out in the
slightest.

"Pierre, let go of Manuel, and then close and lock the door. If you don't I
will squeeze your favourite toy." Callum says to my boyfriend in the most
demanding tone he can manage. It just sounds so cute the way he says it,
but Pierre decides to play along and do what Callum says.

Pierre slowly releases Manuel from his pin, but does so cautiously to
ensure Manuel doesn't start anything. He needn't have worried because with
Callum in full control over the whole situation, Manuel realises he doesn't
have to do anything. Pierre then gets up off the younger boy, and heads
over to the door, closing it before locking it.

"Right, now can you run us a bubble bath please, please." Callum begs more
than asks, causing Pierre and I to just crack up laughing. Of all the
things he potentially could have made us do this is what he wants. I'm a
little dumbstruck to say the least.

"Alright little bro, but you could have just asked nicely in the first
place, you didn't need to do all this." I reply to my brother, still
giggling away like a little school girl.

"Yeah, but that wouldn't have been as much fun, also I didn't even notice
there was one till not that long ago." Callum replies with the most evil
look on his face, which really isn't evil in the slightest and just makes
him look even cuter.

Callum then releases me from his grasp, and gets off me before standing up,
to allow me to get up and run the bath for him. He doesn't even wait for me
to start running the bath before he strips completely naked, and dumps his
clothes in a pile in the middle of the floor. Manuel follows suit, and
before I have even got to the bathroom both boys are naked and ogling the
other's boner. Manuel reaches out and gives my little brother's 1 ¼ inch
stiffie a little tug, pulling the foreskin back off the glistening pink
acorn shaped glans, before letting go and watching in fascination as it
partly retracts again all by itself.

Callum gasps from the gentle contact, because of the sudden surge of
immensely pleasurable feelings which rip through his small frame. The
sensations he experiences also cause his body to quiver in delight. It is
now Callum's turn to cop a feel of Manuel's long appendage, and he does the
same thing. He takes hold of Manuel's thin 4 inch long boner, and pulls the
foreskin back over the glossy looking maroon acorn shaped glans, before
letting go and watching as it too retracts, but Manuel's foreskin retracts
all the way back making his dickie look like it has been
circumcised. Manuel's reaction to the grope is also the same as Callum's
had been.

Pierre follows me into the bathroom leaving the two younger ones free to
their own devices. I kneel on the floor, put the plug into the bath, set
the water running and adjust the flow of water as I see fit till it is at a
temperature I'm happy with. While I've been doing this, Pierre has located
the bubble bath solution and bought it over to the bath, handing it to
me. I start to pour the liquid into the water, watching it start to bubble
up instantly, when I get the most pleasant warm fuzzy feeling wash all over
me from Pierre kneeling behind me and cuddling into me.

I just lean back into my sexy lover allowing him to hug me tighter, while I
let the bath do its own thing. It is really just a magical loving moment
between us two. The sort of moment I love most, because there is no hidden
agenda behind it, but our pure love for each other. Unfortunately the
moment doesn't last too long, because I suddenly realise that something is
amiss. It is far too quiet, because other than the water running in the
bath there is no other sound. I decide to give it another couple of minutes
before I go to investigate, just to allow the bath time to fill up.

Happy with the level of water in the bath, I reluctantly shrug off my hug
from Pierre and shut off the tap. Pierre, knowing that the bath is ready,
stands up, before reaching down to take my hand and pull me up. With the
bath ready and both of us standing up again, I figure it is time to go see
what the two little rascals are up to, even though I already have a firm
idea in my head, but I figure I should check anyway. So we head to the door
and into the main room, and look around for the boys.

I am completely caught off guard by what I see because it was the last
thing I ever expected. I had prepared myself for them to be playing with
the others* boyhood in some way, shape or form, but they are far from doing
that. Instead they are both leaning against each other on the couch, fast
asleep. They look totally adorable the way their heads are leaning against
the other's, and their naked bodies are as close together as they could get
without one sitting on the other's lap. The only problem I've got now is do
I wake them, or do I just let them be and use the time to enjoy the bath
with Pierre?

I decide that I had better at least attempt to wake Callum; otherwise I
will never hear the end of it if I don't. So I approach the two sleeping
boys on the couch and head around to the side my little brother is on. I
reach out and gently touch his bare shoulder, which feels nice and warm
under my touch. I gently give him a little shake to test how asleep he
is. He doesn't even stir in the slightest, so I shake him again a little
more vigorously this time. Again I get absolutely no reaction from my cute
little brother, so I know that he is out for the count.

Well there is no use in wasting the bath water so I decide that me and
Pierre might as well enjoy it. It doesn't take me long to strip right there
in the middle of the main room, and before Pierre cottons on to what I am
thinking I start to strip him too. I love stripping my sexy French
boyfriend because it gives me a chance to admire his gorgeously smooth body
closely. Once I have removed his last article of clothing I take hold of
his hand and we walk towards the bathroom and climb into the bubbles of the
bubble bath.

I have totally forgotten how much fun a bubble bath can be, but as I lower
my naked frame down through the bubbles and into the water I am quickly
reminded. I love the way the bubbles feel as my body moves through them and
they pop against my skin creating a sort of tingling sensation. I watch on
in admiration and wonderment while Pierre slowly lowers his gorgeously sexy
figure down through the bubble and into the water.

He sits at the opposite end of the bath to me to start with, and we just
play around in the bubbles like I imagine Callum and Manuel would be doing,
had they not fallen asleep. We create funny looking beards of bubbles, and
bubble hats on our heads. We just clown around having an absolute ball like
we are little kids again. It really is good to be like an immature kid
again with no worries or concerns about anything, because it is the way
life should be for any child, all the nonsense should be saved for adults.

After a while I have had enough of playing around with the bubbles because
there is something I want more than acting like a kid again. I slide my
slippery soapy butt along the bottom of the bath until I can grab hold of
Pierre, and then I slide back towards my end pulling Pierre along with
me. Pierre, sensing what I want, twists his body around in the bath so that
he can lean back against me, while I wrap my arms around his soaped up and
sparkling torso, and tenderly cuddle him.

It just feels so nice to have his body in between my legs and resting
against me, and those magical warm comforting feelings his body generates
in me seems to be amplified by the intimacy of the moment. I could stay
like this forever and always be happy, because I really don't need anything
else, just my beautifully sweet boyfriend. Pierre twists his head around
whilst still leaning against me, and gives me the most tender and wonderful
kiss on the lips.

I kiss him back showing him the same tenderness and love that he is showing
me. We don't use tongues because it is not that sort of kiss, so we don't
feel the need. It is just a tender lips on lips kiss and nothing more, but
by god it's one of the best kisses I have had with Pierre. The kiss isn't
too long and isn't too short, it really is just perfection, nothing more,
nothing less. It has the effect of making me feel all warm and giddy inside
knowing that I have found the perfect person to spend the rest of my life
with, and I sure as hell am looking forward to each and every minute of my
life with Pierre.

I feel totally relaxed and loved beyond the realms of this universe. It is
all so tranquil and perfect, and for the life of me I still can't work out
how I was so lucky to score such a beautiful loving and caring person like
Pierre. I know that Pierre is feeling the same way because of the magical
aura that seems to be encompassing him. His face tells the rest of the
story, because it shows the love and contentment he is feeling from me. I
never imagined that having a simple bubble bath could lead to the most
cherished moment of my life.

Our magical time in the bath is brought to an abrupt end when there is
suddenly a loud knock at the door. Feeling disappointed to have to end such
an amazing loving experience, Pierre slides out from between my legs and
proceeds to stand up. As much as I know I should be getting out as well, I
just can't help but admire my sexy French boyfriend while he stands up. He
looks so gorgeously wet and glossy, and his body just shines and sparkles
under the light. His slim smooth muscular frame is just so beautiful and
needs to be appreciated to the full extent, which I have no qualms about
doing.

Once he is out of the bath I decide to follow suit, and of course Pierre
uses the chance to fully appreciate my wet glistening naked body as I
emerge from the soapy water. I am really quite surprised when I see that
both of us are still soft, because given how close our physical contact was
in the bath I really did expect us to both be sporting boners. I suppose
because it was just a tender loving moment, our pricks behaved themselves
because they knew that they weren't going to see any action.

My musings are abruptly interrupted by another knock at the door, so
reluctantly I take my eyes off ogling my sexy naked boyfriend, find a towel
to quickly dry off with, and head to the door, still drying myself in the
process. I don't make any attempt to cover myself as I open the door,
mainly because I'm still trying to dry myself off to stop the water
dripping off me and onto the carpet.

"Are you lot ready... oh... um... well I can see that you're not. What on
earth possessed you into thinking you had enough time for a bath?" Mum says
once I have opened the door, and she has noticed my state of dress, or
should I say lack of.

"Sorry, but you never told us how long we were staying here, so I sorta
just figured we were going to be here a while." I reply apologetically to
my mother.

"Sorry, I should have told you that we weren't going to be long, that's my
fault. Where are Callum and Manuel because they weren't in François's
room?" Mum says, and actually sounds genuine in her apology which leaves me
wondering whether she has been abducted by aliens or something, because she
really has changed so much, and in an instant.

"Um... Oh yeah, they are asleep on the couch." I reply, once I finally
remember where they are.

"Ok, you better wake them up and get changed, because we want to go find
something for a late lunch in about quarter of an hour. So you lot better
hurry up!" Mum says with a bit more of an authoritarian tone in her
voice. Then before I know it she has disappeared, leaving me standing there
a bit stunned with how much she really has changed, because she didn't say
anything to me in the slightest about being completely naked when opening
the door.

Once I recover my senses I close the door, still stunned about mum, but
slowly recovering. Pierre has been standing in the bathroom door watching
the whole conversation, and I can tell he is as astounded as I am. Pierre
like me hasn't bothered to wrap the towel around his waist, so his whole
gorgeous package is exposed for the entire world to see, which makes me
start to drool from lust. Not that I have time to do anything anyway,
because we now have the hard task of waking the two young boys up.

This is a job I usually dread, but I feel confident that with Manuel here,
Callum won't get all pissed off from being woken up like he usually
does. Pierre and I head over to the boys'* on the couch to wake them up. I
figure that I had better wake Callum up, which leaves Pierre to take care
of Manuel. We give the boys a semi rigorous shake while calling their
names. They don't respond straight away, so we just continue to do the same
thing, until they finally start to stir.

I am right in that with Manuel around Callum keeps his cool after getting
so rudely woken up. Both boys look terrible like they had been in a real
deep sleep when we roused them. I sort of feel a little guilty about having
woken them up, but mum wants to go so really I had no choice. Manuel and
Callum seem to take an age to come around properly, and even then they
still look all groggy and tired still.

"Come on you two, you have to get up and changed because mum wants to leave
real soon." I tell the boys in a soft soothing voice, but demanding enough
that I know they will listen to me.

Callum just moans in protest obviously still far too tired to want to do
anything. Manuel on the other hand stretches out and yawns before curling
back into my brother to try to go back to sleep. Pierre quickly reacts
before Manuel dozes off again, and shakes him awake again, before pulling
him back off Callum and then up off the couch. Manuel sways on his feet
because his brain is still half asleep, and struggling to keep him
balanced. Pierre has to try and hold Manuel up until the little boy has
woken up enough to stand unaided.

With Manuel now up, and somewhat awake, I turn my full attention to my
tired little brother. I am really surprised at how tired these two are
because I didn't think they were up late last night, but then who knows
what they got up to after François had fallen asleep. Seeing Callum
still trying to fall back to sleep again I decide that I had better pull
him off the couch, so I do. I literally have to catch Callum because his
legs just don't want to hold him up. He feels like a rag doll in my hands,
because he is so tired that his whole body is pretty much limp. Even his
head is drooped to the side resting against his shoulder, and I really am
starting to get concerned with how tired he is.

"Come on Callum, we have to leave soon. You have to wake up and stand
properly." I say pleadingly to my little brother hoping like hell that he
will listen.

Callum just moans again in protest and slumps in my arms even further,
making it extremely hard to hold him up. Pierre rushes over to help now
that he is happy that Manuel is going to be fine, and between us we hoist
my little brother back up to a standing position. He is still just a dead
weight in our arms, and it is really starting to concern me. I look over at
Manuel but I can tell that he is still too tired as well to be able to
answer anything that I might ask him. I really want to get to the bottom of
why they are so tired, but it's completely useless trying to ask either of
them.

"Please Callum will you wake up? We will get some ice cream if you behave
yourself." I say to my brother knowing his weakness for ice cream.

The little bribe works wonders, as Callum finally starts to take his own
weight on his legs. He is swaying and staggering around a little bit
because he still doesn't have full control over his body but at least his
is standing unassisted again. Manuel also takes notice of my little bribe,
and he seems to instantly fully wake up and looks alert. After a few
moments Callum also starts to really come back to life. His eyes are fully
open, but his pupils still look lost and glazed over, but he has full
control of his body again which is the main thing.

"Right now let's get changed. But first, why on earth are you two so
tired?" I ask Callum and Manuel. They both look a bit sheepish and unsure
of themselves, almost like they got something that they want to hide.

"Um... well... um... we woke up last night after François had gone to
sleep, and we talked for ages. Then well... um... we decided to play with
each other, and never got back to sleep." Manuel, who of the two is the
most awake, replies with a very ashamed look on his face. Callum just
blushes bright red, because he is embarrassed by what they had been up to
last night.

"Oh, you two little horn dogs need to pick better times to play because you
are too tired now as a result. But anyway let's hurry up and get changed
before mum goes mad at us." I reply in disbelief. I really can't believe
that they were awake all night talking, as well as playing with each
other. I really am starting to regret having Callum walk in on us the other
day while we were playing in the shower, because he seems to have turned
into a horny little bugger ever since.

Pierre and I gather up our clothes from where we dumped them and start to
put them on. Manuel and Callum walk around the room in a zombie like state
looking for theirs. I think they walk past their clothes a couple of times
before they finally see them in a pile right in front of them, they really
are the walking dead at the moment, but the good thing about that is that
they should be out like a light pretty early tonight.

Once Pierre and I have finished getting dressed we hang our towels up on
the towel rack in the bathroom, before coming back out and giving the
younger two a hand. Boy do they need a hand too, because they still haven't
even sorted their clothes out yet, let alone started to put them on. They
really aren't on Earth at the moment, and their faces tell it all. Their
eyelids look like they need matchsticks wedged in them to keep them
open. The whole expression on their usually cute and sparkly faces, looks
so drained and washed out.

Between Pierre and me we get the two boys changed, with minimal assistance
from them. It takes longer than it should have but in the end I think we
have done a good job, because their clothes are all on the right way round,
and look tidy. We then put their shoes and socks on, before putting our own
on as well. I look over us all to make sure that we haven't missed
anything, and I'm happy with what I see. Everyone is fully changed and
looks tidy, so we are now ready to go.

Pierre unlocks and opens the door, and we all file out of the room in a
somewhat orderly fashion. Callum and Manuel are still a bit unsteady on
their feet, and they do look completely shattered, almost like they have
had no sleep at all for the last forty eight hours. I really do wonder what
mum is going to make of it when she sees them, but then again that would
mean she would have to be paying attention to someone other than Manuel's
dad.

François and Sarah are already in the hallway waiting for everyone, just
chatting away as per usual. They both glance over our way as while we are
filing out of our room, and I can see a confused expression cross their
faces on seeing the way Callum and Manuel are looking. They are both still
so dead dog tired that they are still struggling to keep their eyes open,
which is what caught the attention of Sarah and François. Once everyone
is out of the room, I close and lock the door before joining everyone else.

"What's wrong with those two?" Sarah whispers to me, after I have joined up
with everyone. François is close enough to us to hear what is being
said, because he is wondering exactly the same thing.

"Well apparently they woke up last night after François had fallen
asleep and talked, as well as... um... played... with each other the rest
of the night. I think the lack of sleep has definitely caught up with them
because we had trouble waking them after they fell asleep before." I reply
in a whisper. The expressions on both her and François's faces at
hearing that is priceless, because neither of them had expected that sort
of answer.

"Um... Ok... are you sure, I mean were they really... um well you know...?"
Sarah stutters a little flustered in response, because she doesn't
understand how Callum and Manuel could know about such a thing. François
on the other hand is smiling now because he knows exactly what they have
been up to, and how they know about it.

"Yeah that sort of play..., um... Callum sorta walked in on us in the
shower while Pierre was... um... sucking me. So we had to explain to Callum
why he was doing that to me, and well the easiest way... um... was to get
him to experience an... ahh... orgasm." I tell my sister, flushing bright
red from embarrassment in the process. It is something I never thought I
would have to tell her about, and again I am rueing the fact we didn't lock
the bathroom door that morning.

"Oh shit really... um... well we can't let mum know the real reason they
are tired then. Um well... don't worry, me and François will come up
with something." Sarah says to us, clearly embarrassed by what I have told
her. I just feel relieved that yet again my sister is going to help bail me
out, because I really would have no idea how to explain why the youngsters
are so tired, and I sure as hell couldn't let them tell mum either.

It didn't really matter anyway, because even though Sarah and François
came up with an excuse for the two young ones being so tired mum didn't
even notice. As I had half expected, mum is too busy concentrating on her
new boyfriend to even notice how bushed Manuel and Callum are. In fact mum
doesn't pay any attention to anyone. She doesn't even make sure we are all
here, instead she comes straight out of her room followed closely by
Manuel's dad, and they head straight down the hall towards the stairs.

Knowing that mum and Manuel's dad are too engrossed in each other to worry
too much about us, we figure that we had better follow. François decides
to take Manuel's hand, while Sarah takes Callum's just to ensure they
follow and keep up, so Pierre and I also hold hands and take up the
rear. Before long I have Pierre pulled into me as close as possible while
we are walking, which makes it a little bit more difficult to negotiate the
stairs, but we manage. By the time we finally reach the bottom although we
have lagged so far behind everyone that no one is in sight.

We make our way out of the main entrance into the bright sunny day. It is
so bright out here compared to inside that we have squint in order to see
anything for a few seconds, until our eyes readjust. We make our way down
the stairs still holding hands and snuggled up close to each other, until
we reach the bottom. Only now have my eyes readjusted to the light so I'm
looking around to see if I can find where everyone else has got to. I can't
see them and I'm starting to panic, when I get clipped gently around the
back of my head.

"You really need to learn to keep up. I don't mind you two holding hands,
but I would strongly advise against it in public. It is your choice though,
but if anything happens don't come crying to me." Mum says to me sternly,
but sincerely at the same time. It turns out they had been waiting for us
at the top of the stairs, and we had walked straight past them because the
sun had temporarily blinded us.

As much as I really do enjoy the closeness I am feeling to Pierre at the
moment I know mum is right. Pierre also comes to the same conclusion, so we
mutually release our hold of the other's hand and go back to walking
normally again. It feels so wrong not holding Pierre's hand, almost like
I'm naked or something, but given our age we would be asking for trouble by
holding hands and we really don't want that. Playing it safe is really hard
to do on the other hand because I actually start to feel lonely from not
holding my lovers hand, and it takes everything I've got not to crumble and
hold his hand again. By the looks on Pierre's face he is having the same
internal battles as I am.

We head off in the opposite direction to the Amphitheatre, heading deep
into the heart of Nimes old town until we come across a patisserie, a
pastry shop in other words. We follow mum into the shop and are immediately
overwhelmed by the amount of different types of delicious looking pastries
the shop has to offer. It is a sheer delight looking over all the gorgeous
looking food on display, and I can feel my mouth salivating in anticipation
of tasting something from the delectable exhibit.

Due to the sheer amount of produce to select from it isn't surprising that
it takes us kids an age to select what we want to try. The choice is
mindboggling and I just want to try everything I can see, so limiting it to
just two things is a real tough decision. We really are kids in a candy
shop, and mum is starting to get really annoyed with how long it is taking
us to decide.

Eventually we all decide what we want and the attendant, with the help of
Manuel's dad to translate, gets everything we want and puts them all into
individual paper bags. Mum then pays for everything and sorts through the
bags so the right person gets the food that they ordered. We then leave the
shop in a not so orderly fashion which results in me and Pierre trying to
squeeze through the door at the same time. Somehow we manage to, but hold
everyone else up in the process.

Once back outside in the gorgeous warm sunshine we move aside from the door
to allow everyone else to pile out. We have to wait for everyone because we
really have no idea what mum has planned to do. If it was my choice I would
be heading back to the Amphitheatre so that we can get a better look at it,
but I don't know about mum. While waiting for everyone Pierre and I start
to thoroughly enjoy our food, and before long we have finished and are
feeling a little disappointed that there isn't more of it.

It really was a good thing we waited for mum because she decides to take a
leisurely stroll further into the city. It really is quite pretty, with old
classical buildings in a great state of preservation, mixed in with some
delightful modern architecture. It is a little strange seeing such modern
buildings because I have become accustomed to only really seeing old
buildings, that I have forgotten that France is still a modern country.

While we stroll through the city streets we pass a few other old Roman
buildings, all in various states of decay, but a few of them still
remarkably intact given how old they are. The best example would be a
glorious rectangular Roman temple, which is called Maison Carrée. It is
such a beautiful sight well worth the walk to get here, especially on such
a gorgeous late spring afternoon. We circle the temple before we start
retracing our steps back towards the hotel.

I am thrilled to bits when mum passes the hotel and we continue on to the
Amphitheatre. It really has been hard not holding Pierre in some way, shape
or form, but at least all the glorious sights have taken my mind off it
somewhat. The closer we get to the Amphitheatre the smaller and more
insignificant I become. The building is huge especially given it was built
long before the invention of modern tools. I am truly overawed by the sheer
magnificence of the structure.

We all just stand there in the middle of the sidewalk on the other side of
the road, gazing at it in wonderment. We are trying to take in the whole
magnificent structure, but due to its size there is a lot to take in. It
really does impress me that this building is around two thousand years old
and still standing, because I doubt most modern buildings would last
anywhere near that length of time before crumbling to the ground. I feel
disappointed when mum turns around and starts to walk back towards the
hotel, but in saying that, being back at the hotel I can hold my lover
again, so in that respect I can't wait.

For some reason, even though the walk back to the hotel isn't very long, it
just seems to take an eternity. My legs are actually really tired from so
much walking, because I really still haven't got used to it again after my
last visit to hospital. This would be by far the longest walk I've had
since leaving that god forsaken place. By the time we make it to just
outside the hotel my legs are really feeling like jelly and I'm really
struggling to stay standing.

Mum and Manuel's dad, again without really taking any notice as to whether
the rest of us are still with them, climb the stairs leading up to the main
entrance of the hotel and go in. Manuel and Callum have almost crashed
again, and they really are struggling to even lift their legs high enough
to climb each step. Their heads are drooped and their bodies are slumped
over. I am really going to be surprised if they can even stay awake long
enough to get back to our room, let alone the fact that they still have to
climb the internal staircase up to the third floor.

François and Sarah have noticed this because they have been keeping a
real close eye on them the whole walk, so they assist the two youngsters as
much as they can to get them inside. Pierre lags behind with me, because he
has noticed me dropping off the pace a bit, so wants to keep me company
like the loving caring person he is. I finally make it to the stairs before
starting to climb them. In all there are only five stairs leading up to the
main entrance, but with each step my legs get weaker and weaker.

I'm just about to step up onto the third step when the inevitable happens
and my legs finally give out on me. To Pierre's horror my legs buckle from
underneath me, and I end up falling back down the stairs. The look in my
boyfriend's eyes is of sheer terror and concern, while all I can do is try
and brace myself as best as I can for the impact. The fall isn't really too
bad, but I graze the palms of both my hands and the shin on my right leg.

I end up in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs, and Pierre finally
comes to his senses and races down to help me. I am a bit sore from the
fall, but my main problem is I have not even an ounce of strength left in
my legs, so I am really unable to stand up again. Pierre helps me get into
a better position, and sits me down on the first step, before he races
inside the hotel to get some help.

I am left sitting here for a good five minutes making an absolute mess of
my clothes, through constantly wiping the blood seeping from the grazes on
my palms all over them. Because I'm wearing trousers I don't need to worry
about the graze down my shin, because any blood seeping from that graze is
instantly absorbed by my pants, which is causing a blackish looking stain
on my blue denim jeans. I'm not too concerned with how my clothes look; I
just want Pierre to return with some help so I can get cleaned up again.

After a long five minutes Pierre does come back, like I knew he would, and
along with him to give some assistance is François. I'm not overly
surprised to see François, because I didn't think that Pierre would be
able to rouse mum while Manuel's dad is with her. They pick me up off the
step and drape one of my arms around their shoulders before carrying me
inside.

The moment we get through the main front doors I am greeted by Sarah and
the owner of the hotel, who wants to clean me up before I go back up to my
room. Sarah gives me a concerned look because she doesn't know why all of a
sudden I collapsed like I did. Pierre has given both her and François a
quick rundown on what happened, but because Pierre has no idea what really
happened he couldn't relay that information on to the other two.

"It's alright you have nothing to worry about. It is just that the walk we
just had was by far the longest I have had since I broke my leg, and well,
I suppose I overdid it a bit because my legs ran out of steam." I explain
to them all. I decide not to wait for the inevitable question, and answer
it before it has even been asked. The relief from hearing my explanation is
evident as it spreads across their faces, because they really had been
worried that there is something wrong with me.

With their concerns eased the owner signals for us to follow him. With
support from Pierre and François I am carried along, following the
owner. The owner leads us through to the bathroom in his private quarters,
and indicates to Pierre and François to put me down on a little bench
that he has in there. While I'm getting placed gently on the bench, the
hotel owner opens up his medicine cabinet and sorts through the contents
till he finds what he is going to need.

He grabs some cotton balls and disinfectant, and then proceeds to clean up
the grazes on the palms of my hands. It stings a lot while he does it, in
fact the pain is worse than when I fell and grazed them up. The owner then
tries to go to work on the graze on my shin, but has a huge amount of
problems because the blood has dried, causing the leg of the jeans to stick
to my graze.

"I will just go and get some scissors, because I'm going to have to cut
around it." The hotel owner says to me.

"Would it be easier if I just took off my pants?" I ask nonchalantly. I
really just want to get fixed up so that I can relax with my boyfriend
again, so taking my pants off I figure will speed up the process.

"Uh... um yeah... I suppose that will help." The owner replies, a bit
flustered at the idea.

"Look I don't care. I just want to get fixed up, but I'm going to need some
help because my legs are still too weak to stand up." I reply casually,
like it is the most natural thing in the world for a twelve year old to
say.

François, Sarah and Pierre know better than to argue with me, because in
the end I always win, so they decide not to say anything and just help
me. Sarah and François instinctively take a hold of an arm each, because
they both realise that someone will have to undo my pants, so figure that
Pierre is the one for that job. Pierre is thrilled that they automatically
left him with that job, because he really is looking forward to it. He
figured the other two would support me, but could never be too sure.

Pierre takes great pride in unbuttoning my jeans and then unzipping the
fly. I am really glad that I had decided to wear undies today because I
think the old hotel owner would have had a heart attack otherwise, as it is
he really doesn't seem too comfortable with me taking off my jeans. Pierre
then pulls my jeans down until he gets to the point where they are sticking
to my leg.

The hotel owner looks really flustered seeing me getting held up with my
jeans around my knees and my blue briefs completely exposed, due* to my
shirt riding up towards my bellybutton owing to the way I'm getting
held. The worst part for the hotel owner is that he will have to get close
to my midsection so he can wet down my leg in order to get my jeans to
separate from the graze on my shin. He is really uncomfortable with that
which surprises me because there are enough people around that he will
never get accused of doing something to me. I mean I could fully understand
his discomfort if it was just him and me, but it isn't so I'm sort of a bit
confused.

The old man is really taking his time and thinking hard about whether he
can do this or not, but Pierre just gets impatient and tells the man to
give him the stuff so that he can do it for me. The man gives my boyfriend
a funny look because he really didn't hear what Pierre said to him, due to
his mind being elsewhere. Now that he has been bought back to reality the
man decides to just do it, so grabs a facecloth and runs some water over it
to get it all nice and wet, before he comes over to me to set to work.

While the man is slowly wringing the water out of the facecloth and down my
leg, trying to rehydrate the dried up blood, I notice that every now and
then he glances straight at my undies. I'm really not sure why but knowing
that he is looking at them sets my dickie into action, and it starts to
harden up. 'Damn this puberty thing' I think to myself, seeing that I now
have an obvious tent in my undies. The man finishes up with removing my
jeans before he takes another sneak peak at my undies, but this time his
mouth drops wide open and his eyes become fixed on the little tent I have
bulging out my briefs.

The old man instantly loses all train of thought seeing me with an erection
inside my underwear, but realising the others are still in the room he
recovers as quickly as possible and continues with what he is doing. With
my jeans removed François and Sarah gently lower me back down onto the
bench, and I instinctively lean back against the wall and stick the leg
with the graze on it right out in front of me. The man replaces the
facecloth with the cotton balls and disinfectant, before coming back over
and kneeling on the ground in front of my banged up leg.

Again as the man is cleaning up my graze I notice him taking the occasional
glace at my tented up undies. Every time he glances up I feel my hard dick
throb, causing some really pleasant sensations to course through my body. I
notice that Pierre is also gazing intently at my little tent which makes
things even worse for me. Knowing Pierre is watching just causes my little
dickie to twitch and throb more inside the confines of my briefs, and it is
becoming really hard not to reach down and play with it again.

I notice that Sarah's face has turned a bright red colour and she is trying
to make it look like she hasn't noticed the tent, while François on the
other hand is shaking his head at me with a big smirk across his face. He
knows I can't help it, but I think he also realises I'm getting really
turned on from the situation I'm in. I just think it's amazing just how big
a tent my little 2 inch pecker creates, because everyone in the room has
noticed my problem which I had never expected. I'm just trying my best not
to think about it, but knowing that Pierre is staring at it, is really
making it hard to concentrate on something else.

The old man really doesn't help things either by taking the occasional sly
glance, but he also seems to be taking his sweet time to clean up my
graze. While all this is happening my hard little dickie is still throbbing
away, and the sensations from my now exposed glans rubbing against the
fabric of my briefs is starting to get really intense. I am really getting
desperate for the old man to finish now because I am petrified of cumming
in my undies. I really would die in shame if I came right in front of my
sister, because I know she will be able to tell from the wet spot that it
will create.

I give off an involuntary shudder from a shot of pure pleasure surging
through me, telling me that I really am on the brink now. My heart is
really beating fast and pounding against my chest, and my breathing has
become a little hampered. I can feel sweat dripping from my forehead, but
thankfully everyone else is sweating due to the heat inside, so no one can
tell that there is something up with me. To make matters worse though I
really am sure that the old man has slowed down what he is doing.

I really don't want to cum a second time without Pierre's assistance
because I will feel guilty all over again, ever though I know that this
time it will not be my fault because I have done nothing to pleasure
myself. I just know it's going to happen though, because the feelings
getting generated in my hard pecker are really becoming unbelievable, and
there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop it. The old man has finally
finished cleaning my wound and is in the process of bandaging it up, which
I am glad about.

Somehow I manage not to cum while he is bandaging me up, and before I know
it I'm getting picked up again by Sarah and François. The old man just
stands back and watches intently while my sexy boyfriend pulls up my
jeans. Then the worst thing happens and his hand brushes against the tent
in my briefs caused by my hard little dickie.

My body gives out an almighty shudder from the really mind-blowing surge of
pleasure that suddenly rips through my frame from Pierre's accidental
contact. I gasp sharply, but somehow manage to stop myself from making any
real sound. I can feel my little pecker explode and twitch like crazy
inside the confines of my briefs, and as my balls contract and my body
stiffens, I can suddenly feel this wet patch being created. My mind just
goes into a real peaceful state of nirvana while my awesome orgasm takes a
hold of my small immature body, and I feel like I'm floating miles above
the clouds.

Pierre, Sarah and François all look at me after feeling my body suddenly
quiver like crazy. It is Pierre who realises first what has just happened,
because he can see the wet patch darkening my blue undies, and from
François's talk this morning he knows what has just happened. He blushes
bright red knowing he has just inadvertently caused me to have a rather
public orgasm, which automatically tells both Sarah and François what
has just happened.

"I've got to go do some stuff, so once you have finished up I trust you can
find your way out." The hotel owner says before rushing out of the bathroom
before anyone really sees him.

Slowly I come back down from my almighty high, panting for breath, and
still quivering in euphoria. Pierre is in the process of doing up the
button of my jeans and zipping up the fly by this stage. I feel completely
humiliated knowing what I have just done in front of everyone, and I
struggle to control my emotions. What sort of person does that, just
orgasms in front of a whole bunch of people? I really do feel ashamed and
completely dirty because of it. I try to sniffle back the tears but I can
tell I'm fighting a losing battle.

"Josh look it's alright. Your hormones are starting to play havoc with you
which is part of puberty and something you will have to get used to. Don't
feel bad about it because no one here cares about what just happened, and
none of us will ever tell anyone either." Sarah says to me sincerely, which
catches me off guard because I had really hoped that she hadn't noticed,
but too late for that now.

Knowing that she isn't concerned by what I have just shamefully done does
help me to control my emotions. I still feel humiliated and dirty, but not
as bad as I did before. Pierre helps even further by giving me a somewhat
seductive smile and then hugging me. The smile really makes me wonder what
he is planning though because there is also a definite hint of mischief in
it, but coming from Pierre I know that I'm going to enjoy it.

The only real good thing to come from it is that my dickie has softened up
again, which means my now hypersensitive glans is now safely hidden away
inside my foreskin, and isn't rubbing against my undies. It still feels
gross though because I can feel the slimy wet patch in my briefs, which is
also getting colder by the second, making me notice it even more.

Pierre lets go of me so that I can get helped back upstairs to our
bedroom. My legs are still too weak to be of any assistance, and my orgasm
really didn't help my cause either. It is all rather awkward having to get
carried around the hotel. And trying to climb the three flights of stairs
is even worse. François and Sarah never make any complaint about it, and
they get me upstairs slowly but safely. Then they carry me down the hall
and into our room, once Pierre has unlocked and opened the door for us.

Once back inside the room I instantly notice that Callum and Manuel have
been tucked up in the single bed together, and are both fast asleep. I'm
really not surprised seeing that, but it does look really cute. I'm carried
over to the queen sized bed and laid down on it gently and caringly by
Sarah and François. Pierre then jumps on the bed beside me, and knowing
that I'm going to have to get out of my cum soaked clothes, starts to
unbutton my jeans.

"Are you two going to be alright getting changed* and cleaned up or do you
want one of us to stay and help?" Sarah asks sincerely. Even though I know
that Sarah isn't worried about what I have done, I really am still too
uncomfortable with her helping to clean me up after the mess I made when I
came. I think Sarah senses my discomfort because she just lovingly strokes
my wavy blonde hair.

"Look, don't be embarrassed about it because I know you could not help it
in the slightest. It is just something that can happen to boys when they
are going through puberty, well so I've been told." Sarah says soothingly
to me, while she continues to stroke my hair.

Despite what Sarah just said to me I am still uneasy about her helping,
although I don't know why any more, because Pierre already has my jeans off
exposing the mess I made in my briefs to everyone in the room. The cum
patch isn't very big, but it stands out like a sore thumb being a much
darker shade of blue than the rest of my undies. Pierre doesn't think twice
as he removes them as well in front of everyone leaving the bottom half of
me completely naked to my sister and François.

Pierre surprises me even further when without a care in the world lifts my
soiled briefs up to his nose and sniffs the cum patch in them. Sarah and
François both sort of try not to look too grossed out by what Pierre is
doing, and figure it is more just childhood curiosity than anything
else. My little dickie looks glossy and moist from the cum that has
saturated it, and now out in the outside world quickly starts to dull as it
dries.

François decides that regardless of whether I want help or not, it is
going to pay to at least start running the bath so I can clean up
properly. Sarah doesn't know whether to stay or go, but decides that yet
again she has seen most of me, so helps Pierre with removing the rest of my
clothes and my bandage, before helping me back off the bed. My legs are
slowly starting to recover but are still very shaky, so Pierre and Sarah
decide to play it safe and carry me through to the bath.

Once François has finished running the bath he takes the arm Pierre is
carrying off him, and helps Sarah to lift me up and gently lower me into
the warm water. Pierre strips down right there and then, not worried in the
slightest about my sister because he knows she has already seen all of him
anyway. Once he is completely naked, he jumps into the water and wiggles
his way up beside me. It is a little bit of a tight squeeze having him
beside me, but the wonderful sensations he gives me offset any slight
discomfort, and leave me wanting to get closer to him.

Now that I am safely in the bath François and Sarah decide that it is
time to leave, and both head out into the main room. The both decide to
take a quick check up on the two sleeping youngsters, before
leaving. Unbeknownst to us it is only Sarah who leaves the room, because
François decides to stick around in case I need help getting out of the
bath, so he takes a seat on our bed.

Once the other two have left the room Pierre gives me a quick hug, before
getting out of the bath to get some soap, and returning again. He quickly
lathers me up in soap but still does it gently and lovingly. He pays
particular attention to my limp little dickie, which doesn't stay soft for
very long under Pierre's ministrations. Pierre seems particularly happy
seeing my little dick rise to his touch, and licks his beautiful reddish
brown lips at seeing my steel hard 2 inch erection.

"I wanna taste the stuff you squirt!" Pierre says to me seductively, but
energetically at the same time. Now I know what his evil plan is, and my
little dickie seems to throb in expectation after hearing that.

Pierre then eases the plug out of the drain a little to allow some water to
empty out of the bath. He discharges enough water so that my hard little
dickie is no longer submerged. Happy with the water level Pierre allows the
plug to get sucked back into its place blocking the drain. He double-checks
the plug to ensure it is in properly, because he doesn't really want the
water level to get any lower.

Pierre then positions himself so that he has easy access to my extremely
hard little dickie, whilst he is still licking those gorgeous lips of
his. I just can't believe it. I came not that long ago and yet I'm not only
hard but really looking forward to the awesome feelings all over again. My*
body is already quivering from the anticipation of Pierre taking my pecker
into his mouth, and my heart is starting to pound hard all over again.

Pierre lowers his face down to within inches of my hard little prick, which
twitches so desperately wanting him to take it in his mouth. I can feel his
hot breath on my dickie which is sending me crazy in torment, because I
know what he is going to do but he just insists on teasing me. Pierre then
teases me even further by flicking his tongue in and out, making brief
contact with my exposed cherry red glans every time he does it.

He then starts to get more into it, by licking my velvety smooth, hairless
scrotum which contains my little marble sized balls. I can feel my ball sac
shrivel up a little from the contact, which is also sending strong
pleasurable sensations screaming through my body. I gasp from the feelings
which temporarily overwhelm my small frame. My body is writhing around from
the pleasure Pierre is administering on me, which is causing the water in
the bath to slosh around all over the place.

Pierre's coarse wet tongue moves from my sac along the short thin length of
my shaft, until he reaches my glistening cherry red glans. I take a deep
breath in while he does this, but can't release it due the overwhelmingly
pleasurable sensations his tongue is creating. Pierre then makes me squirm
and thrash around even more; when he starts to lick my glans like it's a
melting ice cream. I have worked the water in the bath into a frenzy, and
it's going everywhere from my body thrashing around in absolute pleasure.

I am finally able to release the breath I have taken in before, when Pierre
finally stops his torment of my sensitive glans. My heart is thumping
extremely hard against my chest, but it skips a beat when Pierre engulfs my
throbbing hard prick in his warm wet mouth. I almost cum right there and
then, but somehow surprisingly I don't. The feelings that Pierre induces in
me are well beyond magical and I feel like I'm floating high above the
universe on a mystic cloud of ecstasy.

Pierre starts to slowly and seductively pull his clenched sexy reddish
brown lips back along the length of my engorged member towards my
glans. While he is doing this I can feel his tongue slithering along the
underside of my dickie, which just intensifies the sensations. My body
quivers tremendously in delight, and again my heart skips a beat from the
powerful sensations being produced in my hard little prick.

Once Pierre's lips are again tightly wrapped around my glands, I feel his
coarse wet tongue swirl around the rim of my head which causes me to
shudder violently. Yet again I don't know how I didn't cum, but I somehow
manage to hold on again. I am extremely close though and I really don't
know how much longer I can put it off, but I want to keep the immense
pleasure going as long as I can. There is now very little water left in the
bath because my of the way my body has been thrashing around in the
bathtub.

Pierre then proceeds to slide back down the short length of my thin little
dick, dragging his tongue along the underside of my pecker again while he
does it. Again my body shudders violently from the overwhelmingly awesome
sensations which rip through me. I can feel the peak coming on quickly,
when I start to feel my balls contracting and my body going taut. My heart
is racing a million miles an hour, and my breathing has become weak and
laboured as the climax draws forever closer.

Pierre is now bobbing his head up and down the short length of my hard
piece of steel at a steady pace. I can no longer keep my eyes open due the
devastatingly mind-blowing sensations my body is enduring. My balls are
contracting further, hugging tighter and tighter to the base of my hard
little dickie. My heart is beating so fast and hard that I think it is
going to explode, due the incredible pleasure I'm feeling. I am really
close now, and as my body starts to really tense I know that I'm right on
the threshold.

I thrust my now throbbing member as deep into Pierre's throat as I can,
feeling my body go rigid like a plank and quiver like crazy. Then it hits
like a nuclear explosion and the most euphoric feelings rip through my
little frame like a runaway freight train. My balls feel like they have
contracted right up into me when my orgasm tears through me. I stop
breathing owing to physically being unable to move a muscle due to the
sheer ferocity of my climax. I can feel my dickie pulsing, like it is
trying to pump all the cum up from my balls into Pierre's mouth, and my
mind goes totally blank. It feels like absolute bliss, somewhere well above
seventh heaven, it's a feeling impossible to describe which only Pierre can
instil in me.

I am trapped in the heavenly state for a long few seconds, before I
collapse back into the bath with a splash. Instinctively I start gasping
for air trying to refill my lungs with vital oxygen. I feel totally relaxed
and exhausted and my mind is still swimming in euphoria. My body is still
trembling in pleasure because my orgasm is very slow to subside. I just lie
there totally immersed in the pleasure I'm feeling and thoroughly basking
in the afterglow of such a mind-blowing experience.

My head spins even more when I suddenly get the most amazing feelings
generated on my lips. I open my eyes and look straight into the most
dazzling sparkling deep hazel eyes. They are without a doubt Pierre's
beautiful eyes, and I quickly realise that he has me in a magical kiss. He
opens his mouth slightly to allow him to slip out his tongue, then he
expertly parts my dull red lips. As our tongues intertwine I become aware
of this extra substance on my boyfriend's tongue.

I get a sample of the substance transferred onto my tongue, before Pierre
withdraws his tongue back into his mouth. The substance is a little slimier
than the inside of my mouth is, but that doesn't put me off. I swirl it
around in my mouth trying to taste it as much as possible. The sample is
only small but it is large enough to get a taste of it. The taste is a
little bland and not what I expected because it has this salty sweet sort
of taste, but it isn't too bad, in fact I will go as far as to saying that
I like it.

We continue kissing passionately once I have finished tasting the mystery
sample Pierre gave me. it really is amazing and I am just totally lost in
my love for my French boyfriend. My mind is all warm and fuzzy, almost like
it is high on some intoxicating drug. Well I suppose in a way it is and
that drug is my abiding love for Pierre.

"Look I think you two have played along in there long enough!" François
says, causing us to jump in fright breaking off our kiss. We really thought
that he had left the room along with Sarah, so seeing him standing in the
doorway takes us completely by surprise.

"Ahh... um... how long have you been there?" Pierre stammers to his
uncle. I have come crashing back to earth with a thud from getting scared
shitless like that, but my mind is still too much in a daze to think about
things properly.

"I've been sitting on your bed the whole time you two have been in
here. Don't worry I'm not surprised that you had to play, especially now
that Josh is producing something for you to taste. But I again warn you to
make sure you lock the door and play like that in private." François
replies with a semi stern tone in his voice.

"Was that my cum in your mouth when you kissed me?" I ask Pierre without
really caring that François is in the room. It isn't so much because I'm
so used to him being around and telling us all the embarrassing stuff, no
it's more that my mind still isn't thinking properly so I just said the
first thing that came to my head.

"Yeah, did you like it, because I did?" Pierre says with an evil but
seductive smirk on his face. François just can't believe what is
happening, because he didn't think we had got that comfortable around him
to openly talk about this kind of thing. In my case I just didn't think
about it, but Pierre just doesn't seem to mind any more about talking about
embarrassing things around or with his uncle.

"Yeah it tasted good. I can't wait till you start making cum because now I
want to try yours too." I reply to my boyfriend, a little enthusiastically
considering we still have company with us. François just seems to try to
ignore our conversation, which he thinks we really should be doing in
private, but he also realises that to a certain extent we are in private
because he is technically an intruder.

"Right come on get out and dry off. How are you feeling now Josh? Do you
have the strength back in your legs?" François asks, ending any further
conversation between me and Pierre about cum. Pierre gives his uncle a
disappointed look, but quickly gets out of the bath and grabs a towel to
dry himself off.

I decide that I had better at least try to stand up, but the moment I try I
know that I'm not going to succeed. My legs still feel like jelly and are
completely depleted of strength, and no matter how hard I try I just can't
get them to respond properly. I feel really helpless and a bit frustrated
to go along with it, because I really should have no problem whatsoever in
standing up, but yet I still can't do it.

"No, I still can't stand because my stupid legs won't do as I tell them!" I
reply agitatedly to François, who can immediately sense my growing
frustration. Pierre has dried himself off by this stage, and comes over to
give me a big hug.

"Don't worry Josh, you just had two orgasms in not much time, and I know
the one I gave you blew your socks off, so you are probably tired from
that." Pierre says to me sincerely but without a care in the world. I just
try not to laugh, because he really does have a point and the more I look
at it the funnier the situation becomes. I just give Pierre the cheesiest
smile feeling completely at ease again from my boyfriend's makeshift excuse
for me.

François then grabs me under the arms, around my armpits and lifts me up
and out of the bath. Pierre quickly pulls the plug, before he heads over to
the towel rack and gets my towel from it. My lover then tenderly and
caringly dries me off, making sure to be extra gentle around the graze on
my shin. He does a quick but thorough job, because he doesn't want his
uncle to be holding me up for too long. Once he is done he puts both towels
back on the rack, before heading back over to me in order to give
François a hand.

Between the two of them they carry me back through into the main room and
lay me down on the bed. François then puts my bandage back on, before he
pulls the covers down, helping me to get under them and covering me with
them again. Pierre gives his uncle a kiss and cuddle, before climbing into
bed beside me and snuggling into me as close as possible. François then
gives me a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room, turning out the
light on his way out. Before either of us realise we are both out like a
light.

I wake all bleary eyed to the sound of our door unlocking. My eyes are
totally out of focus to be able to work out what is going on, but it
doesn't matter anyway because our room still seems to be dark, almost like
it is still night. I can't hear any other noise in our room other than the
door getting unlocked which suggests to me that everyone else is still
asleep. I look at my boyfriend who is beside me, but the room is too dim
and dark to be able to make out anything other than his silhouette.

The door opens with agonizing slowness, but results in flooding the room
with light. I can now sort of see my sexy boyfriend, but my eyes are too
out of focus still to really see him properly. I blink hard a couple of
times to try to get my eyes to focus quicker, and it works, because I can
now see Pierre sound asleep beside me. I look over at the other bed and
unsurprisingly both Callum and Manuel are still fast asleep.

I then look over at the door which seems to be opening rather too
cautiously for someone who has good reason to come in here. I really can't
work out much once the door has opened fully because all the light behind
the person casts there front into shadow, creating a classic silhouette
scene. I can work out the shape of the person but it isn't one that I
remember from anyone I know here, but at the same time it does seem to be
vaguely familiar. Then it clicks, it's the hotel owner.

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