Capitulu VIII. Corte
When I hopped in the bus that took me to Corte, on Friday evening after class, I was very excited. I was finally going to visit my brother and spend a whole weekend with him.
By the time I arrived two hours later, I was in a very different state. Corte, a mountain city, lay at the end of winding roads that climbed through the valley. I wasn’t usually prone to travel sickness, but I can’t deny that my head was spinning when we finally arrived. One more turn, I think, would have been enough to make me lose my stomach.
Clément was waiting for me leaning on the outside wall of the train station where the bus dropped us. He smiled when he noticed me and opened his arms to give me a quick bro-hug. As any straight man afraid of his own feelings, he gave me a few taps on the back, as to make sure that this unusual display of affection would be virile enough.
“Let’s drive back to my place to drop your bag.” He said with a wide smile.
“Oh… uh… about that.” I started, frowning with embarrassment. “Do you mind if we have a walk first, I’m still feeling a bit unwell with the bus ride and I wouldn’t like to puke on your beautiful new car!” I chuckled while scratching the back of my head.
“Ew! Please don’t!” He laughed. “Sure, I can show you around. Are you hungry yet?”
“Please, don’t talk about food, yet.” I winced, disgusted.
“Fair enough.” He laughed. “Let’s just walk around.”
Corte was a mountain town, standing in the middle of a small basin and towered by the highest peak of Corsica, Monte Cinto. It used to be the capital of Corsica, when the island gained its independence from Genoa, and still remains a historical bastion of the independence movement nowadays. Although the Corsican republic fell a long time ago to the overwhelming French invasion forces, you could tell that the city still kept a strong identity and pride.
As my brother walked me through the old city, buzzing with life, shops and restaurant terraces, I caught a glimpse of the Citadel, a stronghold sitting on the top of a rocky hill watching over the city-centre.
“Did you text mom to let her know you had arrived?” Clément asked me as we walked into a small square with a bronze statue of Pasquale Paoli in the middle. “I bet she was already nervous enough, sending her precious baby spend the weekend with me!”
“Are you going to complain about me being her favourite again?” I chuckled. “This level of bad faith is concerning, even from you!” I added, nudging him playfully.
“Maybe.” He laughed with a mischievous smirk. “How’s your tummy now?”
“Much better, I could eat, actually.”
“Really? Because I know a pretty good pizzeria close to here.” He answered.
“Okay, this is your city, I’m following you.” I said with a grin.
“Does it mean I get to boss you around for the coming two days?” My brother retorted, his playful gaze on me.
“Try me.” I dared him, gently punching his arm.
“Aouch!” He exclaimed, feigning being hurt. “You could give me at least two days, after 18 years bullying me!” He laughed.
The pizzeria was buzzing, loud enough to make my head spin. Plates clattered, bursts of laughter echoed off the walls, and the air smelled like burnt crust and melted cheese. I trailed behind Clément, weaving between tables that were way too close together, trying not to bump into anyone. He walked like he owned the place, all relaxed and confident, like he always did.
“This one looks good.” He said, sliding into a booth near the window. I slipped into the seat across from him, my knees bumping the edge of the table.
Before I could even glance at the menu, a waiter showed up. He looked like he belonged to some glossy travel magazine, not running pizzas in Corte. Tall, tanned, with sleeves rolled up just enough to show off lean forearms dusted with flour. His smile was... well, a little too nice. My stomach did this weird flip, and I frowned with confusion before dropping my gaze to the table like a total idiot.
“Bonsoir.” He said, his voice warm, smooth. “Here are your menus. I’ll give you a moment to decide.” He added. Clément thanked him without looking up, already flipping through the menu like it was a business report. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The waiter lingered for a second, long enough for me to notice and wonder if I was imagining it, before heading off. I stared at the menu, not reading a single word.
“It’s a nice place!” Clément said, glancing around. “Good vibes, too. It’s packed every night.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, still pretending to study the menu.
We sat there in this comfortable silence for a minute, just the noise of the restaurant filling the space. But then Clément leaned back in his seat, and I could feel his gaze on me even before he said anything.
“So…” He started, all casual, “How’s Porto-Vecchio? Still the same old small-town drama?”
“Pretty much.” I said, keeping my eyes on the menu. “School, homework, repeat. You know how it is.”
“No excitement? No drama?” He asked, a grin creeping into his voice.
“Not really.” I shrugged.
“What about your friends? You still hanging out with Yanis?”
“Of course I am, he’s my best friend!” I said with a hint of confusion, not sure where he wanted to take the conversation. He smirked, leaning forward like he was about to let me in on some big secret.
“And no girls in the picture? Someone catching your eye in class? Or is Yanis hogging all your time?” My grip on the menu tightened. I forced out a laugh, but it felt thin, even to me.
“What’s with the interrogation? You’re not trying to set me up with someone, are you?” Clément shrugged, his grin widening.
“Just curious. You never mention anything, but I’m sure it doesn’t mean that there is nothing happening, right?”
“Well…” I said, my voice clipped. I stared hard at the menu, suddenly very invested in whether I wanted a margherita or a quattro formaggi.
“Come on, Max. There’s gotta be someone,” Clément said, his tone teasing. I set the menu down, meeting his gaze with a crooked smile that I hoped hid how annoyed I was.
“For real, why the sudden interest in my love life? You bored in Corte or something?” He laughed, leaning back in his seat.
“Hey, I’m just making conversation. You’re usually so secretive. I thought I’d give it a shot.”
“Well, there’s nothing to report.” I said, keeping my tone light. “Sorry to disappoint. What about you? Any girlfriends you haven’t told me about?” I answered. Clément laughed, shaking his head.
“Nah, no one serious. Just a few dates here and there. Nothing worth mentioning.”
“I see…” I said, leaning back in my seat. “Sounds like you’re the one keeping secrets.” I pointed out as he smirked mischievously. The waiter came back then, his smile just as bright as before.
“Ready to order?” he asked, his eyes flicking to me for a split second longer than necessary.
I nodded toward Clément, letting him go first. As my brother rattled off his choice, I risked a quick glance at the waiter. Our gazes met and I smiled at him. He was definitely flirting, and if I had not been with Clément, I would have played his little game.
The pizzas were amazing. I was almost tempted to take a tiramisu on top of it, but I was so full that my belly was on the verge of exploding. My brother’s car wasn’t that far from the restaurant, but as we walked back, I realized I probably didn’t pack warm enough clothes. Corte was a mountain town, after all, the feeble wind sent a chill through me.
“Oh, it’s a house?” I exclaimed with a hint of surprise after Clément parked in front of his place.
“Yeah, we only have half of it, but it’s big enough for two,” Clément said with a grin as he unlocked the door. I followed him inside, the buzz of excitement in my chest making it hard to keep my cool.
“Hey, dude, what’s up?” Clément greeted his roommate.
Ange was sprawled on the couch, one thick leg crossed over the other, his feet propped up on the coffee table. A controller rested in his hands as he focused on the video game playing on the screen. He looked just as ridiculously good as I remembered, better, even.
We hadn’t talked much lately. The sexting fizzled out when his replies got slower and slower, and I’d told myself to move on. But seeing him now, right in front of me, brought it all rushing back.
“Dude, where’d you go to pick up this little one?” Ange called out with his trademark grin, the kind that could charm anyone. His eyes flicked to me, and I swore there was a spark of recognition. “I’ve been waiting for you guys to eat.”
“He wasn’t feeling great after the ride,” Clément said, clapping Ange on the back as he passed him. “So I showed him around town and we grabbed something at the pizzeria.”
I stepped closer to Ange, leaning over the back of the couch to greet him. I kissed him on both cheeks, my lips brushing his skin just enough to make my pulse race.
His scent hit me, masculine, with a hint of something woodsy, and I felt the familiar pull toward him. Our eyes met, and for a moment, it was like the rest of the room disappeared. His gaze was deep, unreadable, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Ange smirked, leaning back into the couch like he had all the time in the world.
“So, you’re here for the weekend?”
“Yes.”
Clément walked back into the room then, carrying a couple of beers.
“Don’t let him fool you.” he said, handing one to Ange. “He’s just here to see what university life is like so he can start planning how to annoy me full-time next year.” My brother teased. I laughed, grateful for the distraction, but my mind was still on Ange
“Corte is not really my target, to be honest.” I pointed out. “No offense, but it’s not really the best university in the world.” I added, sarcasm obvious in my tone.
“Where then?” Clément asked with a frown.
“Paris, Lyon, Toulouse, maybe even abroad.” I said, my brother gesturing Ange to move over before sitting next to him. “I’m really looking forward.”
“Cheers!” Ange said, raising his beer in the air before taking a swig.
We watched a movie while the boys had a couple of beers. My brother was sitting in the middle, unknowingly acting as a much-needed buffer zone between Ange and me. I stole a few discreet glances at him, letting my gaze linger on his muscled chest or his square jawline.
“Can I get you another beer?” Clément said, hopping off the couch and walking towards the kitchen.
“Yes, please.” Ange answered.
“Max, you want something? I don’t have Liptonic but I have Coke.”
“I’m good, thanks.” I answered with a smile. As my brother disappeared into the kitchen, I felt Ange’s gaze on me, he had a half mischievous smirk on his face, almost gauging me. I returned his stare with matched intensity, letting no doubt as to what my true feelings were for him. He gulped and shifted a little on the couch, my eyes never leaving his hot body until Clément reappeared, holding two beers in his hands.
“What?” Clément suddenly asked me, an amused frown on his face.
“Uh?”
“I don’t know, you’re looking at me with this your weird face.” He said.
“My weird face?” I nervously chuckled. “You were born with a weird face!”
“That’s not what the girls say!” My brother shot back with a sly smirk. I rolled my eyes and focused back on the movie, inwardly relieved that he didn’t pursue with his initial suspicion.
Even so, we had a lovely evening. I was almost surprised by how well Clément and I got along. It felt like I was gradually shedding the role of his 'little brother' and becoming just his brother.
“This should be comfortable enough. We had several friends sleeping here before, and they didn’t complain.” My brother told me about two hours later, as we were getting ready to sleep. He had prepared the living room sofa-bed for me. “I mean, granted that you’re a lot sober than they were, but still!” He shrugged with a light chuckle.
“Thank you!” I answered with a smile. “I’ll be fine, I’m not a grandpa, yet.”
“Sure!” He laughed. “Goodnight then.” He added before kissing my cheeks and heading to his bedroom.
I quickly got in my underwear and hopped on the sofa bed. The night was a bit chill, I was glad to get cozy, wrapping myself in the blanket. I dumb-scrolled on my phone for some time thinking I should try sleeping.
I suddenly heard a bedroom door open. I first thought it was my brother, he might have forgotten something, I thought, but when I popper my head out of the blanket, my heart skipped a beat, seeing the towering figure of Ange leaning over me.
“My bedroom, in half an hour, your brother should be asleep by then.” He whispered in my ear.
His deep low voice echoed in me and sent a shiver through me. I faintly nodded, barely distinguishing him smirk in return, before he disappeared back into the darkness. My heart was beating fast from excitement and adrenalin. My brother was right there, in his bedroom, and I was going to meet with his best friend and roommate? It sounded wrong, and too risky, but I knew I was going to do it regardless.
Wide awake in the sofa-bed, I kept shooting glances at my watch every minute or so, as if it was going to make time fly faster. I was high with adrenalin, wondering if Clément heard Ange getting out of his bedroom, if he was indeed asleep, if he was suspecting anything. All sorts of terrible scenarios were playing in my head, warning me not to get through this, to wait a better moment, or to forget about it altogether.
But there was another part of me, the strongest one, that faintly remembered the taste of his fat cock on my tongue, the weight of his balls in my hand, his piercing eyes scrutinising my naked body as I gagged and choked on his thick meat, calling me a fucking faggot slut. I was already leaking precum, knowing that Ange was going to make me feel good in a way that would make me forget about my worries. I was 18 years old, after all, and he wasn’t my brother’s boyfriend or anything. We were doing nothing wrong; I reasoned.
After what felt like an eternity, my watch showed 1h26 a.m., and it had finally been 30 minutes. My temple beating hard enough to deafen me, I cautiously got out of the sofa bed, being extra careful not to make it squeak. In my underwear, on tiptoes, I approached Ange’s bedroom in the pitch-dark living room, worried I’d bump into something and alert my brother.
I almost knocked on Ange’s door, realising it would be foolish, and slowly turned the doorknob.
He was waiting for me on his bed, lying on top of his blanket, his back leaning on the bedframe watching something on his smartphone. He quickly looked at me and smirked maliciously before dropping his phone on his nightstand. I was almost frozen in place, glancing at his muscled torso with lust, a little sigh escaping me.
He nodded his head, encouraging me to approach him. I took a deep breath, forgetting my doubts, and walked to his bed. I got on his bed on all four and placed myself on top of him, our faces millimetres from one another’s. I arched my back, lowering my head a little to make sure he saw my bubble butt waiting for him, and gave him a puppy stare.
His smirk faded into an animalistically hungry stare. I pushed the provocation further by placing my hand on his growing bulge and biting my lower lip. I wanted him to know how bad I wanted his cock, and I think he got the message.
He jumped on me, gripping my throat with his large hand, and pinned me on the mattress, our feet towards the bedframe.
“I’m going to pound your ass so fucking bad you’ll forget your own name, whore!” He menacingly groaned in my ear. I shivered with desire and excitement and slowly raised my knee to press it on his hardening crotch. He shook his head with disbelief and ungripped my throat before straddling my face.
His powerful thighs were on each side of my face, the pouch of his boxer briefs pressed against my mouth. I moaned, filling my nostrils with the masculine scent emanating from his balls. Zeus knows how much I loved his smell.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face from his crotch as he yanked his boxer briefs down.
“Open!” He commanded in a low voice, still gripping my hair pretty firmly.
I complied and opened my mouth, hanging my tongue out sluttily like a dumb himbo. He took his meat in his other hand and loudly smacked it on my face. He was beating me with his massive cock, and I had never been as hard as this moment. He pressed the tip of his cock and a pearl of precum appeared. I thought he would aim it at my mouth, but he smeared it on my open eye. It surprised me, at first, but I immediately felt a rush of adrenalin and sighed with pleasure. It’s crazy how he knew exactly which button to press and which not to press with me, even before I did.
Finally, he stopped beating me with his cock and let it rest heavily on my face. He pealed the foreskin totally back and I deeply inhaled, getting totally high with lust on the scent. His mocking gaze was scrutinising me as I debased myself for his godly cock, not feeling an ounce of shame for it and loving the humiliation he was putting me through.
“Fucking cum dump!” Ange muttered before plunging his cock deep in my mouth, making me instantly gag with surprise. He placed his hands on the mattress and, as if he were doing push-ups, fucked my face like he would a pocket pussy. His thick cock was filling my mouth, and the tip of his dick kept penetrating my tight and sore throat. I gagged a little, trying to breathe as much as I could while he pounded my face.
“Shhh, take it like the good slut you are.” He teased with a mocking chuckle. “You don’t want Clément to wake up and see you with your face full of my cock, do you?”
I moaned, closing my eyes as my nose kept hitting his crotch. My own dick was profusely leaking precum, taking his verbal abuse and getting hornier by the minute.
“What do you think he would say, seeing his baby brother being a faggot for any man that will give him a cock to suck. Maybe he’d sell you to a whore house so you could get double penetrated by cocks for a few bucks 24h/24h 7d/7!” He said while plunging his cock ball deep into me, fucking my throat through several centimetres. As best as I could, I nodded back to him submissively, agreeing with his verbal degradation.
He suddenly pulled out of my mouth and shifted a little until he sat right on my face.
“Get your tongue in my shit hole, useless cum dump!” He commanded. I complied and plunged my tongue as far as it’d go into him. I placed my hands on his round muscled butt and parted it, giving me an easier access to devour his tight hole. His balls were resting over my eyes, blinding me and making me focus on the sole taste and feel of his ass pinning my face deep into the mattress. From the noise and vibration, it made, I knew he was jerking off.
My face was covered in my own saliva from the sloppy blowjob, I probably looked like a mess, but I couldn’t have cared less. I had my tongue deep into his asshole and my underwear was soaked in my precum.
After several minutes, Ange unstraddled my face and stood up on his bed while gripping my hair, forcing me to get on my knees. He pulled my hair, leaning my head back while aiming his cock at my face. I opened my mouth wide, as I knew what was coming, and his jerk off motions became more violent and erratic.
Suddenly, he groaned and the first rope of hot cum landed on my face sideways, from my open right eye to the left corner of my mouth. Another rope landed on my tongue and inside my nostril and he groaned louder. He aimed his cock at my open eyes and a powerful jet of cum got right into my left one before he switched and filled my right one. For some reason, and because I had guessed that’s exactly what he wanted, I kept my eyes wide open, knowing they were going to sting later.
Finally, after the 7th of 8th rope of cum, it stopped. Ange sat on my stomach, catching up on his breath, and let out a light chuckle.
“Fuck…” He muttered with a smile. “You liked it?”
I smirked and grabbed his hand before guiding it toward my precum soaked underwear.
“What does it look like?” I mischievously asked. He laughed and shook his head slightly. He grabbed a used towel by his bed and threw it at me.
“Your face is a mess!” He teased with a wink. He got off my torso and laid down on his bed as I wiped my face clean. “Sorry about your eyes!” He added half-apologetically.
“It’s fine. It was hot!” I confessed before lying next to him, nesting my face between his left pec and the nape of his neck.
“Fuck yeah! I almost forgot how kinky you were.”
“Did you, really?” I challenged mischievously while my hand caressed his stomach.
“Nope.” He confessed with a chuckle. “Do you want to get off?” He asked, gesturing towards my hard cock.
“If you fuck me, I will.” I answered with a sly tone. He turned on his side, facing me, and approached my face before tongue kiss me passionately, his large hand grabbing a fistful of my ass and kneading it.
“I would, but my bed is too loud for it, Clément would most likely wake up.”
“Too bad, I wanted to feel this one deep inside of me.” I answered, grabbing his deflating cock in my hands, smiling at him. Ange groaned back with frustration and horniness.
“You fucking slut!” He exclaimed with a low deep voice before kissing me once more. “You should get back to the living room, before Clément wakes up and discover that you’ve been seducing me!”
I laughed and faintly nodded, dropping one last peck on his lips before getting out of his bed. I tiptoed my way back to the sofa bed and wrapped myself in the blankets again. My eyes were burning, but I just wanted more of him. I thought about heading to the bathroom to jerk off, but didn’t want to push my luck with Clément sleeping.
Within minutes, I was asleep.
“Wakie wakie!” My brother exclaimed he sat next to me.
I moaned, still feeling groggy, and lazily half opened my eyes. Clément was smirking at me, a bowl of milk and cereal on the coffee table in front of him.
“How did you sleep?”
“Not bad.” I lied with a hoarse voice. “What time is it?”
“About 8h30.”
“8h30!” I repeated surprisedly. “By Zeus, it’s Saturday! What’s the matter with you!”
“Come on, have breakfast with me and get your ass under the shower!” My brother retorted with a cheeky smile. “I have plans for the day.”
I groaned with displeasure and reluctantly dragged my feet to the kitchen. I was pouring the milk on top of my cereals when I felt a hand patting my shoulder. I jumped with surprise and turned around to see Ange smirking at me. He walked behind me, getting to the fridge, and his bulge brushed my underwear-covered butt. I gulped and threw a nervous glance at my brother who, thankfully, was too absorbed in his YouTube video to notice us.
“I hope you slept well.” Ange whispered with a deep low voice as he passed once more behind me, grabbing a fistful of my ass cheek and making me blush.
“Yes.” I weakly mumbled before rushing to join my brother on the couch, hiding my raging boner with my T-shirt.
“Ah, great, you’re awake too!” Clément exclaimed as Ange sat by my side, spreading his legs and brushing them against mine.
“Sure, I didn’t sleep that much last night, but I still wouldn’t miss our little weekly activity. Especially not now that you brought the little dude with you.” Ange said before gulping half a glass of orange juice.
“Oh yeah?” Clément chuckled.
“I’m sure he’s going to make his big bro break a sweat.” Ange answered, wrapping his arm around my neck in a protective manner while mischievously grinning at Clément. His exposed armpit’s scent was filling my nostril and making me high with lust, his touch sending a shiver through my body. He never had been so daring in front of my brother, and I was getting worried he was getting carried away and forgot that Clément would kill us if he found out.
“I doubt so, it’s not like he’s got a lot of practice anyway!” My brother laughed.
“What on earth are you guys talking about anyway?!” I snapped with a hint of irritation.
“You’ll see.” Ange whispered seducingly before squeezing my shoulder with his large hand. I could swear I notice Clément’s frown, even so slightly, and I quickly untangled myself from his best friend’s arms and stood up.
“I’m going to shower then.”
About an hour later, we jumped into my brother’s car and drove to the supermarket to buy potato chips and sandwiches for our picnic. We then picked my brother’s other best friend, Paul, and headed to the mountains surrounding the town. I quickly realised what our daily plan was as we parked by a path that led up the mountain.
Unlike what my brother seemed to believe, I liked hiking. I just rarely got to do it because Yanis hated it with passion and I couldn’t think of someone else to take with me.
“How long is it going to be?”
“About three hours, but we’ll stop at the top to lunch and rest.” Paul answered.
“Cool!” I answered with a smile. I adjusted my backpack and started walking ahead, passing my brother raising his eyebrow with surprise.
“That’s the spirit.” Ange chuckled, patting my back friendlily.
The weather was ideal. Sunny, windless, and cool enough for us to enjoy the walk. A narrow stream, the Restonica, was running a few metres below. The pristine blue water was flowing quietly. Combined with the birds tweeting, this created a very peaceful atmosphere, and for the first few minutes, the four of us walked in silence.
“So, who’s going to be here tonight?” Paul eventually asked, breaking the silence.
“Just the usual crowd.” Clément nonchalantly answered.
“What’s going on tonight?” I asked him.
“Nothing special, just a few drinks with friends.” He shrugged
“Is Marina going to be there?” Ange inquired with a teasing tone. Clément rolled his eyes and ignored him.
“Who’s Marina?” I asked Ange with a hint of curiosity.
“His crush.” Paul laughed, pointing at Clément.
“Future girlfriend you mean! She’s all wet down there when she sees him!” Ange added, slapping his ass.
“Fuck off!” He chuckled half amusedly.
“Gross.” I commented without even thinking about it.
“Don’t say that! Maybe she will be into you as well. She might have a thing for younger guys!” Ange said with a shit eating smirk.
“Ew!” I shivered with a wince.
“Knock it off! I’m not sharing.” Clément scolded his friends with a chuckle. “Especially not with you!” He added towards me.
“You don’t have to worry about it!” I quickly retorted.
“Why not?” Clément asked with a frown. Ange stared at me insistently and I realised my reaction was a bit too obvious for a supposed straight guy.
“Because you’re my brother, I’m not putting my dick where yours has been before! Seriously!” I lied with conviction.
“Well, you better chose abstinence then. This horndog just cannot keep it in his pants!” Paul laughed as Clément kept staring at me suspiciously.
“Dude, you’re even worse than him, what are you talking about!” Ange punched Paul in the arm. “Seriously though, let’s keep walking, I’m fucking starving!”
Once we arrived at the top, we sat by a tree, under the shadow, and unpacked our lunch. I was really hungry, devouring my sandwich with appetite despite it being less than average in taste. It felt good though, and my feet were a bit sore. I would probably have brought better shoes if I knew we were going to be hiking.
I drank a whole bottle of water while there, so it was no surprise that my bladder screamed for a release as we made our way back.
“Yeah, I need to go to. You guys go ahead, we’ll catch up.” Ange said after I announced that I needed to stop for a piss.
Paul just nodded and my brother raised an eyebrow before throwing Ange a weird glance. He then followed Paul without saying anything and Ange smirked at me mischievously.
“Seriously, you need to stop that, you’re going to raise his attention!” I whispered, irritated, as Clement and Paul walked away.
“Don’t be ridiculous, he’ll never suspect a thing!” Ange chuckled. “Besides, I really needed to pee.” He added, grabbing his crotch while grinning at me. I rolled my eyes and followed him in the maquis.
As soon as we were hidden from the path, he got his fat flaccid cock out of his shorts and started pissing. He leaned his head back and sighed with relief. My glance was fixed on his cock with appetite and I gulped.
“You like what you see, faggot?”
“Yes.” I confessed with a low voice.
“Get on your knees next to it.”
I complied and quickly placed myself right next to his pissing cock. Ange smirked proudly and lightly shook his body left to right, making his dick swing and splash the bush in front of him.
“Take it in your hand.” He commanded. I sighed, a lump in my throat, and placed my hand under his balls and shaft, feeling how heavy they were. I looked up at him with submissive eyes and he grinned. The flow suddenly stopped, and he gave me a quick nod. “Suck it!”
I opened my mouth and engulfed his fat cock, already hardening under my touch. I could taste his piss on the tip of his cock, and although I should have been disgusted, I wasn’t. I swallowed the whole shaft, albeit not fully hard yet, and looked up at him again.
That’s when I felt it. The stream of his piss hitting the back of my throat. My eyes bulged with surprise, and I didn’t know what to do. Instinctively, I both backed up a little and swallowed some of his piss.
He stopped his flow again and I got his cock out of my mouth. It was fully hard now, and twitching, as Ange was obviously very turned on. The most surprising, though, was that my own dick was painfully hard as well.
“Open your mouth.” He commanded with a deep low voice. My heart was beating fast and my temple pounding against my head. Nonetheless, I complied and opened my mouth wide. “Fucking faggot!” He chuckled with disdain before spitting right in my open mouth.
“Thank you” I moaned submissively, staring at him in the eye. Seconds later, he resumed pissing and aimed at my open mouth. I couldn’t help it, I moaned once more and immediately grabbed my rock-hard cock while his piss was filling my mouth.
The arch of his steam made this obscene sound as it hit the piss pooling in my open mouth, as if he were pissing in a toilet bowl. I was insanely turned on, and so was he. I closed my mouth, letting his stream soak my face while I swallowed. I almost threw up there and then, but miraculously I didn’t and opened my mouth again.
Less than a second later, as his stream was diminishing, I spasmed a little and felt my boxer brief filling with my own cum, the mere though of swallowing his piss and being his urinal enough to give me a powerful orgasm.
Seeing this, Ange scoffed mockingly and muttered a barely audible: “fucking whore!” that made me close my eyes to focus on my overwhelming orgasm. I swallowed the last of his piss and lied down on the piss soaked dirt for a second, trying to catch up on my breath.
Ange tucket his massive cock back in his shorts and offered me his hand to stand up.
“But, you’re not done!” I said with confusion.
“We don’t have time. I don’t want Clément to come back up looking for us.”
“My clothes smell like piss now.” I realized with a hint of shame.
“We’ll wash them in the stream below.”
“It must be freezing!”
“You have a better idea, whore?” Ange chuckled before ruffling my hair.
I sighed and nodded reluctantly, following him back to the path.
Thankfully, nothing was planned during the afternoon and my brother was busy playing video games in the living room, which meant I was able to take a nap in his bed.
I must have slept more than intended, because I was a bit groggy and disoriented when I woke up. I loudly yawned and stretched before rubbing my sleepy eyes. I could hear Clément and Ange laughing in the other room so I lazily got up and dragged my feet out of the bedroom.
“You sure? I feel like I look like a dumbass in this.” My brother lamented, looking at his outfit in the mirror with a worried pout.
“What’s happening?”
“Stop whining! You sound like a bitch!” Ange laughed, triggering a disapproving stare from Clément.
“What’s the matter?”
“Oh, you’re finally up!” Clément said.
“Your brother is wondering what dress would match his pearls better to impress Marina.” Ange pointed out with a mischievous smirk.
“Fuck off!”
“Well, I’m not sure these jeans will do then.” I said with a frown.
“Really? Why?” Clément asked worriedly.
“It’s just so… basic. What else do you have?”
“Oh god, now there is two of them!” Ange complained, rolling his eyes. “I’m going to play some video games while you pick your outfits.”
“Is that girl that important to you?” I asked my brother, going through his wardrobe to find something nice.
“Of course not! Ange is just being a dick, as usual.” He scoffed defensively. I stopped browsing for a second and looked at my brother, raising my eyebrow.
“It’s quite unusual for you to be nervous about your appearance though.” I said. “Thankfully so, considering what’s in your wardrobe.”
“Shut up! It’s not that bad!”
“If you say so…” I mumbled, unconvinced. “Well, what about these? They would fit you better!” I exclaimed, showing him an outfit that made him look less like a Canadian lumberjack.
Once we were ready, the three of us headed to the party. It was only a five-minute walk, and pretty straight forward too. I could tell Clément was nervous, and I thought it was funny to see him in this state over a girl.
“Hey, welcome guys!” The tall dude opening the door enthusiastically said, letting us in.
“What’s up Batti? This is my little brother Max.”
“Nice to meet you Max, welcome.”
“Thanks.”
“Guys! You’re finally here! What took you so long?” Paul exclaimed, walking towards us with a full pint of beer in his hand.
“Clem couldn’t make up his mind on what he was going to wear.” Ange answered with a smirk.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s full of shit.” Clément retorted, throwing him a murderous glance.
“Okay.” Paul laughed. “Anyway, I was waiting for you to play some pool. Go and get yourselves some beers while I prepare the table.”
“I’ll get the beers.” Clément said.
“Desperados for me.” Ange said.
“What about you?”
“Just a Liptonic, please.” I answered with a smile.
“Come on! You won’t have as much fun with a Liptonic, you know?” Ange chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders friendlily.
“Trust me, I will.”
“Alright, let’s play then!” Paul exclaimed.
“It’s Clem and you versus the kid and me.” Ange announced, grinning. “Have you ever played before?” He asked me.
“No.” I laughed.
“That will teach him to open his big mouth.” Paul joked, punching him in the arm. I looked around me and gauged the party. We were probably around thirty people, and it seemed that everyone knew everyone there. There were all students, or at least young enough to be, and I saw quite a few hot guys, although most were already flirting with girls.
“Here’s your beer.” Clément joked, handing me my Liptonic.
“Thanks, I’ll try not to get drunk.” I winked.
“Cheers.” He said, raising his glass in the air. “So, who’s playing against whom?”
“Hey guys!” A feminine voice said behind us.
We turned around and, catching my brother’s sudden nervousness, immediately knew who it was.
“Marina, what’s up?” He awkwardly answered.
“All good, I just arrived. I finished a horrible biology paper and though I’d drop by with my Faustine.” She answered with a wide smile. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” She added towards me.
“That’s Maximilien, my brother.” Clément quickly said.
“Nice to meet you. Everyone calls me Max, though.” I said, throwing an amused glance at my brother.
“Nice to meet you too, have fun with your game!” She said with a wide smile. “See you later.” She then told my brother.
“See you later.” He mumbled with a weak smile.
“Pathetic.” I teased, smirking widely at my brother.
“Shut up!”
“Are we playing or what?” Paul finally said.
As expected, I kinda sucked at playing pool. Ange was patient enough to give me tips and techniques, but it didn’t stop Paul and Clément from laughing their arses off whenever I messed up my shot.
“Shall we play another?” Paul suggested when they concluded by a humiliating victory.
“I think I’m going to grab another beer and see who’s around, don’t you guys wait for me.”
“Alright then.” Ange answered with a mischievous smirk. “Guys, you want to play?” He shouted at a group of dudes.
“Sure, 3 vs 3?” One of the guy suggested.
“Yep. Olivier you join our team, Chris and Batti can play with Paul.”
“Sorry dude, I don’t think we’ve met?” Olivier told me with a smile, offering me his hand for shaking.
“Max, I’m Clément’s brother.” I answered, turning around to point at my brother. He was chatting with Marina in a corner of the room, holding a beer, their faces millimetres from one another’s, an obvious flirty suave expression on their faces.
“Oh, nice!” Olivier politely replied, grabbing his pool shaft and tapping my back friendlily as he passed behind me.
I was getting better at pool. Good enough that I didn’t make a fool of myself, but not good enough that I was an asset to my team. As I was adjusting my position, about to strike, Ange came behind me.
“Look, your arm is not quite right there.” He said, taking my hand in his and guiding it lower on the shaft, bending me further over the pool table. “And move so your gaze is at the same level as the shaft.” He added, shifting my hips and pressing his body against mine.
I listened to him, flushing like a little girl and throwing furtive glances around me, wondering if anyone was scrutinising us. If the other guys found it weird, they didn’t show it. Only Paul seemed a little circumspect and looked at us with a mix of curiosity and caution. I took a deep breath and struck.
“Bravo!” Olivier exclaimed as I managed to score a few points. Ange straightened up and discreetly patted my lower back, quite close to my butt.
“Thanks.” I told him with a complicit smile.
After the pool game, I grabbed myself another Liptonic and went to check on my brother. I found him sitting on a tiny sofa with Marina, their legs entangled, and her arm wrapped around his shoulders. I chuckled to myself and turned around. My initial plan was to find Ange and Paul, but I was stopped by this Olivier guy, and we started chatting.
After a few minutes, a few other people joined us, and I found myself playing cards and laughing with them. For some reason, it felt very different to the parties I had with my classmates. They were not much older than me, but they seemed so much more mature than the highschoolers I was used to.
At first, I couldn’t tell if Olivier was flirting with me or just being nice, but I sound had my answer when a random girl grabbed his face and stuffed her tongue in his mouth. I was getting horny, though, and I wondered if there was a way I could do something about it.
I took my leave from the guys with whom I played cards and wandered around for a few seconds. I found him playing darts with Paul and slowly approached him from behind. I placed my hand on his side and my face behind his ear.
“Let’s suppose I would have a headache and go back home; would you want to follow me eventually?” I murmured in a low seductive voice. “Maybe we could… take care of each other.”
“I’ll follow you in half an hour, not to make it too obvious.” Ange answered with a deep tone. I smirked mischievously and turned back, heading towards the couches at the other end of the room.
“Hey Max, what’s up?” My brother said when he noticed me approach him.
“Not too bad, but I think I’ll head home now.” I answered with a faked weak voice. “I have a headache, probably from being under the sun for the hike, and the loud music is not helping.”
“I told you to wear a cap!” Clément answered. He looked at Marina hesitantly and threw me an awkward glance. “Do you… do you need me to come with you?”
“Not at all, don’t worry, I’ll just rest home, I’ll be fine.” I replied, triggering a brief expression of relief from him. I could tell he didn’t want to abort his little flirt with this girl, and it was playing exactly how I needed. “You have some paracetamol in the bathroom, right?”
“Yeah, behind the mirror.”
“Great, have fun then, see you tomorrow!”
“Text me if you need anything.”
I smiled and nodded. After saying my goodbye to the few people I talked to, I put on my coat and headed back to my brother’s place. I was rather excited. I was still horny from what happened earlier today, and unlike the previous day, we would have the house to ourselves.
Once home, I went straight to shower and changed in more comfortable clothes. I turned the PlayStation on and watched a few YouTube videos waiting for Ange to arrive.
When I heard the main door opening, my heart started beating faster with excitement.
“How’s your headache?” Ange teased as he stepped out of his shoes with a mischievous grin.
“Getting better. Sorry for crashing your party with my medical issues.” I answered cheekily.
“I’m sure you’ll make up to me, in one way or another.” He answered as stepped closed to me. I bit my lower lip as he started kissing my neck, his hands grabbing my butt, making me moan.
“I will do my best.” I whispered suavely.
“Why don’t you start by getting on your knees, cocksucker?” He commanded with a deep low voice.
I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him, unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans to his thighs. I looked up at him and grinned before pressing my face to his hardening bulge. I took a deep breath and filled my nostril with his masculine scent. Zeus, he smelled so strong and virile, I fucking loved it.
I pressed my nose against his balls and gripped his muscled thighs with my hands. I was already getting high with lust, and I was just getting started. I hooked his briefs’ waistband with my fingers and lowered them. His cock sprung out as his foreskin partially rolled back, revealing his angry purple tip, wet with precum.
I grabbed his shaft and opened my mouth, placing his precum dripping slit on my wet tongue and smacked it on it several time, getting a wet thud each time. I then wrapped my lips around and started suckling, as I would a baby bottle, his heavy balls resting in the palm of my hand.
Then, I lowered myself on his cock and didn’t stop until my nose was pressed against his pubic hair and his shaft lodged deeply past my tonsils.
“Good fucking whore.” He praised with a cocky smile.
I got his cock out of my mouth and bobbed up and down on it several time before licking his nuts clean from their sweaty taste. I then pried his thigh open a little and got down on his taint, kissing and licking it, until I reached my prize.
“Kiss my shithole, faggot!” He exclaimed with a low grunt. I ate his ass for a few minutes until he pushed my face away. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
I submissively nodded and followed him. He turned on a led light that gave the room a dim orange atmosphere, like a dying sunset, and got rid of his clothes. I imitated him and discarded them on the floor next to the bed frame before crawling on the mattress.
“Lie down on your back.” He commanded. I immediately complied, anxious and excited, but mostly insanely horny. He stood on the bed, facing away from the bedframe, and squatted on my face, lowering his hole over my mouth. “Get your tongue back in there, cum whore.”
I obeyed and devoured his muscle ass, using my hands to spread his cheeks and dive as deep as I could, getting him to moan and swear every now and then. After a while, being tired to squat, he got more comfortable, kneeling over me. He grabbed my legs and bent them, folding me in half, before diving in too. I yelped with surprise when I felt his warm tongue on my quivering pussy. We were devouring each other’s hole in a 69 position, our hard cocks rubbing against each other’s chests. I think eating ass was my favourite thing after sucking cock, so I wasn’t complaining.
Ange had other ideas, though, and he asked me to get on all four on the bed. I knew this moment was coming, and I was anxiously waiting for it. I put my face down on the mattress, arching my back and presenting my sweet boy pussy to him, looking back at him submissively as he glare at me like a dangerous animal.
He grabbed a condom and put it on his cock, pouring a generous amount of lube on top. He then spread some on my hole and put a finger in, a little gasp escaping my mouth. I then felt his fat cock touching my pussy and I closed my eyes, my rock hard cock twitching with the prospect of getting fucked by this absolute jock.
“Zeus…” I whispered as the tip of his cock slowly opened me up. Slowly, but without stopping, he plunged inside of me until his balls caressed my taint. He then grabbed my hips and started rocking back and forth, gaining speed slowly but surely, making me moan like a whore.
“You like that, fucking faggot?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck…” He groaned, slamming his body against mine and fucking me powerfully. “I’m going to pound your pussy until you…”
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE IMMEDIATELY, BOTH OF YOU!” A voice that I immediately recognised as my brother’s shouted at the door. My whole body went rigid and Ange pulled out with shock, jumping on the mattress. “NOW!” Clément shouted.
Ange looked at me with panic and I jumped out of the bed, getting into my boxer briefs and jeans as fast as I could. Ange was still standing naked like an idiot, his cock deflating at lightspeed. I threw his clothes at him and silently urged him to hurry the fuck up. My brother banged on the door again and I rushed to open it.
“Clément, we were…”
“I know exactly what you were doing!” My brother told me between his gritted teeth, an accusing finger poking my naked chest.
“Dude, I just…” Ange tried to say before Clément punched him on the face, sending his best friend landing on his back, holding his sore jaw in shock. Clément tried to get closer to him again, his hand still balled in a fist, and I placed myself in front to stop him.
“Whoa whoa, easy now!” I exclaimed with a mix of panic and defiance. “Ange, get out of here, I’ll take it from here!” I then instructed as Clément turned around, seething with rage and breathing hard to control his temper. “Now!” I repeated.
Ange jumped standing and grabbed his sweatshirt before storming out of the apartment, leaving me alone with my furious brother.
“Clément, please don’t…”
“It was all true then, uh?” He interrupted me, shaking his head in disbelief. “The rumours in Porto-Vecchio about you.”
“What rumours?”
“What rumours? WHAT RUMOURS?” He shouted. “Not only you told the whole fucking city that you were gay or whatever the fuck you are but then you go behind my back and fuck my BEST FRIEND like I’m a fucking retard you’re making fun of?”
“It’s nothing like that!”
“YOU BET IT FUCKING IS!” He shouted in my face. “I’ve given you the occasion to explain yourself, I’ve asked you about your love life when you arrived so you could come out to me directly, I wouldn’t have cared too much but now… now that?”
“I’m really sorry you had to learn it like that, but it has nothing to do with you.”
“STOP BULLSHITING ME!”
“Calm down!” I firmly said, my face stern despite my nervousness.
“You think I didn’t notice the game you were playing with him?” He said, pointing at Ange’s empty bed. “Flirting around and dropping innuendos right in front of my fucking face. After everything I’ve done this summer for us to get closer, to stop treating you like the spoilt brat that you obviously still are!”
“Are you done? Can we sit down and talk normally now?”
“What for? So you can keep lying to my fucking face?” My brother retorted with disgust. “I don’t want to talk to you, I’m going to bed!” He added before turning around and get into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
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