Capitulu IX. L’Ulandesa
After Clément shouted at me and slammed the door behind him, I swallowed hard and sat on the sofa bed in the living room. I let out a long breath, cursing myself for being so careless, and silently prayed to the Gods that I’d find a way to make things right with him, one way or another.
The next day turned out to be one of the worst in my, albeit short, life. Clément didn’t leave his room until late, and when he finally did, he headed straight for the bathroom, took a quick shower, got dressed, and stormed out of the house without saying a single word to me. I stayed behind, miserable and guilty, rehearsing what I would tell him when he returned. But he never did.
Worried about missing my bus and still without a word from him, I ended up walking to the station alone. Normally it would’ve just been a bit of a trek, about half an hour, but what really weighed on me was leaving without even getting the chance to explain myself.
I arrived in Porto-Vecchio in the early evening, tail between my legs, feeling low and defeated. My mother picked me up from the station, and I climbed into the passenger seat without even attempting a fake smile. True to form, she immediately started bombarding me with questions, but quickly realised all she’d get were a few generics, monosyllabic answers.
Once I got home, I collapsed onto my bed, groaning with frustration, burying my face in the pillow. After a long sigh, I sat up and pulled my phone out of my pocket. Still nothing; no message from Clément, no message from Ange.
I took my time crafting a message to my brother, letting him know I’d made it to Porto-Vecchio and apologising again for what had happened with Ange. I asked him to call me back, or at least text me, so we could talk. I must have read it a dozen times before finally hitting send, a knot tightening in my stomach as I watched the screen.
I then texted Ange, asking him if he was okay and to let me know once he talked with my brother.
I was feeling pretty down on Monday when I woke up. Not only had I slept terribly, waking up several times during the night, but neither my brother nor Ange had replied to my messages. I felt like punching my wall, so angry at the world and myself that I skipped breakfast just to avoid talking to my parents.
Things didn’t get any better when the bus pulled up and Yanis was nowhere to be seen. My mood soured even more, and walking past Antonu and Vanessa making out on a bench was the final nail in the coffin. By the 10 a.m. break, I was so on edge that the smallest spark could’ve set me off.
Yanis walked up to me, all smiles and giddy energy, and I did my best to hide just how out of sync I felt with his mood.
“Morning, handsome,” I said with a forced smile. “I thought you were sick or something when I didn’t see you on the bus.”
“Nah, but Mrs. Rouglier is, so I didn’t have class until now.” He sat beside me, cheerful as ever. “What’s up?”
“Not much. Just chilling,” I shrugged, trying to sound casual.
“How was Corte with your brother? You didn’t text much, so I figured it was great.”
“Yeah… not really.”
“What?” Yanis frowned. “What happened?”
“I’ll tell you another day. I don’t really feel like talking about it now.”
“Okay…”
“Do you want to go bowling on Wednesday?”
“Wednesday? We are… we didn’t say we were meeting on Wednesday, did we?” he asked, eyes shifting away from mine.
“I mean… no, but…” I mumbled. “That’s what we always do, right?”
“I don’t think I’ll be free this Wednesday,” he said after a pause, clearing his throat.
“You… why?” I asked, my voice softer now. Yanis looked uneasy, fidgeting with his sleeves and avoiding eye contact. I felt a surge of disappointment tighten my chest. I let out a sigh. “I mean, you’re right. We didn’t plan anything. Anyway, I think I better go. Need to hit the bathroom before class.”
I grabbed my bag and stood up, brushing imaginary dust from my jeans.
“See you at lunch?” Yanis called after me, hope flickering in his voice as I walked away.
I don’t know why I reacted this way. After all, Yanis was right, we didn’t plan anything, and he was absolutely free to make his own plans. It’s not even like it never happened before to. Only this time it felt personal, even though I rationally knew it wasn’t.
I pushed open the toilet door, still caught in my spiraling thoughts, when I realized I wasn’t alone.
I looked around. It was just him and me.
I stepped closer, weirdly calmed by his presence.
“Hi,” I said meekly, shooting him a quick glance.
Antonu looked over, raising a single eyebrow in judgment before turning his eyes back to his stream. I hesitated, then unbuttoned my jeans and freed myself, trying hard not to look at his.
I exhaled softly, trying to make abstraction of the chemical smell around me to focus solely on his scent, intoxicating and familiar, dragging me back to that night in his father’s hunting lodge.
His stream tapered off. He gave himself a quick shake, tucked himself back in, and zipped his fly in one fluid motion. Then, without a word, he turned to leave.
“Wait!” I said, grabbing his wrist before I could stop myself. “When am I seeing you again?”
Antonu shot a quick, worried glance at the door before turning back to me, then slammed me against the wall with a force that knocked the air out of my lungs.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” He hissed, eyes blazing.
“Don’t you ever talk to me in public again,” He snarled. “Or I’ll fuck you up.”
He shoved me one last time, hard, slamming my back into the cold tile before storming out, the door swinging behind him with a deafening clang.
I stood there for a second, stunned, the sting in my back pulsing while my brain caught up with what just happened.
What a fucking asshole.
I could ruin his life if I felt like it. All it would take is one word from me — and yet he dared treat me like this? Like I was the problem?
Fuck it. Fuck him. Fuck everyone. I wasn’t going to grovel for him, or for any man, ever.
I stormed out of the bathroom and headed straight to class, my jaw clenched, my eyes narrowing with rage. I was fuming; with frustration, yes, but mostly with powerlessness.
And that, my friends, I could not accept.
It was time for me to take back control of my own story, but first I needed to calm down.
After spending the day alone, dodging Yanis at lunch, ignoring everyone else like they didn’t exist, I went straight to my room the second I got home. I tossed my bag aside, slumped on my bed, and pulled out my phone.
I did something I’d been thinking about all day, something simmering quietly in the background of my mind since that bathroom scene.
I downloaded Grindr.
Antonu thought he was the real deal, huh? Well, he was about to learn that no one was irreplaceable. Not even him.
I quickly created a profile and spent a few minutes browsing the empty profiles around me. A bunch of down low and discreet guys, faceless torsos and a few guys way older than their profile indicated.
I shook my head with a hint of contempt and shoved my phone back into my pocket.
Later that night, I sat silently eating with my parents when my mother, as usual, decided it was time to pry for more information.
“You seem in a better mood than yesterday!” she said, her voice trying to sound casual but giving her away.
“I’m not as tired,” I lied, flashing her a polite smile.
“I had your brother on the phone, right before dinner,” she added, looking at me with that unsettling intensity of hers. I doubted Clément had told her much; not his style to rat on me. But she seemed way too calm for someone who might know exactly what happened.
“Okay,” I answered, feigning complete disinterest.
“He was almost as little talkative as you were.”
“He’s never been super talkative though,” I pointed out cheekily, hoping she’d back off.
“Perhaps, but you usually can’t shut up for your life!” Mom shot back, her eyes narrowing. I gasped, feigning offense, while my father smirked from the corner.
“I’m not stupid, you know. Why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“And I’m not eight years old, hence why I’m perfectly able to deal with my own battles.” I said calmly, the hint of a smirk at the corner of my mouth.
“Battles? I knew you two got into a fight!” Mom kept pressing, her voice rising slightly, thinking I was dumb enough to fall for her tricks.
“How did you know? I could have sworn I did a good job with the makeup to hide my black eye!” I shot back with a grin.
“Max!” My father scolded me, his voice firm.
“Honey, let him be. They are old enough to work it out together without their mother being involved,” he said to Mom, his tone clearly indicating that he’d had enough of the interrogation. She looked at him, eyes flashing with a mix of indignation and annoyance, but she didn’t press further.
“I’m not trying to get involved, I just want to know what happened.”
“As If you could help yourself from intervening once you’d know.” I teased, picking up my fork again, trying to deflect.
“Max…” Dad warned, his frown deepening.
“That’s not true!” Mom snapped defensively, her voice sharp. I rolled my eyes, deciding to let her words slide without a response. Instead, I stuffed a piece of mushroom cream chicken scallop into my mouth, savoring the taste and ignoring the tension around me.
Grindr, finally!
I quickly opened the chat and saw a simple “Hey, what’s up” sent in English (and not in French like everyone else in Corsica) from a blank profile. I rolled my eyes, a little annoyed, but before I could dismiss it, the guy sent several photos.
“Max, no phone while eating!” Dad reminded me with a fatherly tone.
“Sorry.” I mumbled. I put my phone back into my pocket and made sure to eat as fast as possible. I was so excited to chat with the mysterious stranger as soon as I could, maybe I knew him from somewhere already? After all, Porto-Vecchio wasn’t big by any means.
Mom was still sulking about my reluctance to talk about Corte, and Dad, as usual, remained quiet. It didn’t seem too strange when I stood up just five minutes later to put my plate in the dishwasher. I made my way to the kitchen, trying to focus on something else, but all I could think about was getting back to that chat.
I got my phone out of my pocket again and threw myself onto the mattress on my stomach. I opened the chat and looked at the pictures the guy sent me. His profile didn’t even have a name, just an age, 25 years old. Seven years older than I was, but that didn’t deter me. Quite the opposite, actually. There was something about the anonymity, the idea of stepping into a new world, that made my pulse race.
I swiped through the images, each one more revealing than the last. His face was handsome, features sharp, with a kind of rough edge that I found oddly appealing. It made me wonder if he was new to this or just trying to keep things under wraps.
“Hi!” I texted him back. “Where are you from?”
“Netherlands.” He answered. “What about you?”
“I’m local.” I answered. I almost said that I went to school here, but I didn’t want to scare him, maybe he thought I was a university student, so I just went with a simple: “I live here!”
“And you can speak English? It’s my lucky day! I’m starting a new job in a month or so in Amsterdam and I wanted to travel a little before, I found a nice little house to stay here so I’m just chilling, hiking, roaming around the island until I have to go back.”
“Sounds fun!” I answered. “You’re quite hot!” I added with a smirk.
“Thanks! You look quite fine yourself! Do you have more photos?”
I hadn’t thought of that until now. Quickly locking my bedroom door, I set up my mirror in front of the bed. Feeling playful, I snapped a few pictures, teasing just enough to leave something to the imagination, saving the real thing for when we met in person.
I sent him a few of them and, cheekily, sent a few of them to Ange as well. He had not answered me yet, but I still hoped he would once over the shock of being outed to his best friend. I was counting on my round butt cheeks to convince him to stay in touch.
I wasn’t feeling as down anymore, though Clément’s reaction still stung. But I was already plotting my way out of this mess.
The next day, when Yanis hopped onto the bus and spotted me, his eyes widened a bit in surprise before he slid into the seat next to me, smirking with amusement.
“You look nice today!”
“I look nice every day, but thank you!” I shot back with a wink.
“True! My apologies, Your Highness!” He laughed.
“I will spare your family, but just this once.” I teased.
“So magnanimous!”
Yanis and I kept joking and chatting on our way to school. He was in a great mood, maybe because I was, but I felt there was something more to it.
“Aw, look at you, Pinzutu. Is your boyfriend taking you somewhere nice later?” Gianlucca sneered as we passed by him in the courtyard. He was sitting between Ugo and Antonu, a few of their other friends scattered around them.
“Oh, don’t tell me you forgot about our date tonight, babe.” I replied, adopting an exaggerated, cheesy tone. He turned red with both anger and embarrassment, his friends snickering around him. I briefly locked eyes with Antonu, his gaze intense as he studied me, an imperceptible pout of spite curling on my lips.
“I’m not a faggot like you!” he spat with disdain. I chuckled, the comeback almost as pathetic as him.
“Don’t be late, this time.” I added, turning away as his friends burst into even louder laughter.
“I think you struck a nerve!” Yanis chuckled, nudging me playfully with his arm. “Maybe he’d actually like for you to take him on a date.”
“Well, I can’t blame him for having good taste, but I wouldn’t be so sure about giving him that much credit.”
“Damn, you look nice today!” Marion exclaimed when she saw me.
“He looks nice every day!” Yanis playfully scolded, throwing a complicit glance at me as Marion stepped closer to me, touching my clothes with curiosity and interest.
When Friday finally came, I sat next to Antonu in Literature, trying to force myself to concentrate on the lesson. But the space between us felt charged, like every inch of my skin was aware of him. His body heat radiated against mine, and I could smell his perfume, familiar, intoxicating, and just beneath it, that natural scent of him that I couldn’t shake. It made my blood boil, every nerve in my body screaming to punch him in the face.
I didn’t look at him. Not once. Not after his fucking attitude, pushing me against the wall like that, talking to me like I meant nothing. But even as my fists clenched under the desk, I couldn’t stop the rush of heat that went through me every time his arm brushed against mine, or when I felt his gaze shift toward me, even if I refused to meet it.
The bell rang, and I shot up from my seat before he could say a word. I didn’t wait for him. I wouldn’t give him the chance to look down at me, to think he had any power over me. My heart was pounding, my mind a mess of anger and something else, something dangerous. I walked out of that classroom, fists tight at my sides, feeling his presence linger behind me like a shadow I couldn’t outrun.
“You’ve been different lately.” I said with false nonchalance, my eyes rivetted to the television and my hands gripping the PlayStation controller.
We had been in Yanis’ room for about an hour after eating dinner with his parents and sister. He frowned and turned to me with an interrogative expression.
“Different? How so?”
“I don’t know, a bit more… jovial?” I tentatively said, throwing him a quick glance. “You don’t think so?” I added after a moment of silence.
“Maybe.” He shrugged evasively.
“And why that is?”
“I don’t know.” He lied. I raised my eyebrow and paused the game before turning my head to face him theatrically slow.
“One day, you will be talented enough to lie to me, that day is not yet upon us.”
“Whatever, Galadriel!” Yanis chuckled, rolling his eyes in pretence annoyance.
“So?”
“Damn, you just won’t let it go, huh?” He exclaimed with a laugh. “But you still haven’t told me how you screwed up your trip with your brother!”
“Well, I will tell you if you tell me what’s going on first.”
“Fine, but you have to keep it to yourself!” He sighed fatefully.
“The insinuation alone that I wouldn’t is enough to make me want to slap you.”
“Okay!” He chuckled. “Well, it’s about Saveria. We officially stopped dating after the whole drama with Gianlucca, but we secretly kept texting and, since recently meeting.”
“Oh, wow!” I exclaimed, surprised. “Secret lovers then!”
“You make it sound so lame!”
“Quite the contrary, it sounds cool!” I laughed, playfully punching his arm. “Like Romeo and Juliette.”
“I’m not sure I want us both to commit suicide, though.” Yanis pointed out with a smirk.
“Well, maybe Paris and Helen of Troy then! Wait, no, it doesn’t end up much better actually.”
“Idiot!” He laughed, pushing me from the bed. “Anyway, I’m going to get changed for bed.” He added, jumping from the bed and going to the bathroom carrying his grey sweatpants in his hand.
I grabbed my phone and realized I had a message from the Dutch guy on Grindr.
“I just arrived in Porto-Vecchio, can’t wait to see you tomorrow!”
As I was about to type an answer, Yanis appeared in the door frame, wearing only his grey sweatpants. My eyes widened and I gulped. There was a trail of black hair going from his navel towards his crotch, his otherwise almost hairless muscled stomach glistening with what I assumed was body cream.
I could clearly see the outline of his thick, soft cock, realizing he wasn’t wearing boxers from the shape of his cock head, perfectly recognizable. His thick thighs made the fabric stretch around them, leaving his bulge so obvious that my cock started hardening in my pants.
“I… I guess I should go.” I muttered softly.
“What? You’re not sleeping here?” Yanis asked, sounding both surprised and disappointed.
“No, I didn’t even take a change with me.”
“Oh, okay.” He answered with a sad tone. “Well, let’s at least have one last game then.” He added, sitting next to me against the bed frame and grabbing his controller. I lowered my gaze on his controller, right by his crotch, and felt my face flush. I just couldn’t get rid of the desire to put my head between his muscle legs and swallow his fat cock whole. I could see some pubic hair right by his sweatpants’ waistband and fought the urge to slip my hand inside and feel the heat radiating from his dick against the palm of my hand.
“Sure.” I murmured with a weak nod, grabbing my own controller too.
“You still need to tell me about last weekend anyway.”
The following day, I was at the nautical base helping a 13-year-old teammate unequipping his catamaran. It was a sunny and warm day, and I was exhausted after spending the whole afternoon sailing.
I gave one last push at the catamaran, placing it back in its spot by the dirt trail leading to the beach, handed the main sail and the ropes to the kid and grabbed the rolled forestay with me. We walked together to the base, chatting about his performance, giving him tips and praises.
Five minutes later, I stood naked in the locker room and about to jump into the shower when, suddenly, my phone vibrated against the wooden bench. I raised my eyebrows with surprise and grabbed it.
“Allo?”
“I need you to save me tonight!” Yanis’ voice pleaded from the phone.
“What? What’s happening?” I answered with a hint of panic.
“I was supposed to come and watch Julien play guitar at ‘La Taverne du Roi’ tonight with Marion and Bastien, but they cancelled because they have a group project to handle in Chemistry class, so now I’m going to be alone there watching him like a weirdo.”
“Fuck! You scared me for a second!” I exclaimed with a chuckle. I sat on the bench, a shiver browsing me when my warm balls touched the cold bench. “Why don’t you just cancel?”
“Because I don’t want to be an asshole to Julien! Besides, he’d definitely know that it’s just a poor excuse just because I don’t want to go alone.” Yanis lamented.
“Well, you’re a big boy, you’ll survive!” I answered with a chuckle. “Anyway, I can’t, I have a date tonight.”
“A date? With whom?” He inquired, a hint of possessiveness lingering in his tone.
“A guy I met on Grindr.” I shrugged, even though Yanis couldn’t see me. “He’s Dutch, 25 years old, and hot as fuck!” I added with a smirk. There was a short silence, and I looked at my phone to check that the call hadn’t been cut off due to the poor signal.
“Just ask him to come with you then.” Yanis eventually suggested. “It would really mean a lot to me if you came. You know how La Taverne du Roi is, there are only old Corsicans in this bar, I’m really nervous about being on my own there.”
I sighed pensively. Yanis knew exactly what to say to make me reconsider. The idea of him alone in a bar full of Corsican nationalists was making me quite uneasy, and I’m sure he knew me well enough to know what buttons to press.
“Fine, I’ll ask my Dutch guy! I can’t promise he will accept though, okay?”
“Thank you, Max, I owe you one!”
“I’ll go shower now, if that’s okay with you. I’m naked in the locker room, sitting on the bench and exposed to anyone walking in like a fucking perv.” I laughed.
“Alright, see you tonight then, I’ll text you the details!”
I hung up the phone and tossed it into my bag before getting up and walking to the shower stalls. I thought about Brams and wondered if he would be mad with me that I suggested a change of plan at the last minute.
Surprisingly, after some back and forth, he eagerly accepted. He had been wanting to listen to traditional Corsican music for a while now, and he was excited about seeing a live performance, I didn’t know exactly how Julien’s level was, or if he was even singing, since Yanis only mentioned guitar, but it didn’t matter.
A few hours later, I was nervously waiting on the Church’s square, in Porto-Vecchio’s haute ville. My Dutch date was supposed to show up anytime now, and I was a bit nervous. It would be my first time meeting someone from Grindr, and from an app in general.
As I was rummaging my thoughts, I felt someone tapping my shoulder and jumped with surprise.
“I’m Brams!”
“Yes, I can see that!” I laughed!
Damn, he was hot! He looked like his pictures, only he was much, much taller than I anticipated, the dude had to be at least 2m, by Zeus! I was dwarfed in comparison, but I kind of liked that.
“Uh… sorry, I was just…”
“Staring at me?” He cut me off with a smirk.
“Something like that, yes!” I laughed.
“Well, you’re way cuter than your photos, if you don’t mind me saying.” He straight forwardly proclaimed. I flushed, taken aback, and nervously chuckled.
“I don’t mind at all.” I answered, a little embarrassed. “You’re really sexy too.”
“It’s not quite the word I used, but I’ll take the win anyway.” He grinned, placing his hand on my lower back.
“We’re here!”
“Damn, that’s a nice place!” Bram said, gazing at the bar in awe. It sat on the left side of the main medieval citadel gate, resembling a 16th century tavern with its dark wooden panels and furnishings.
“Hey.” A voice called behind us. I turned around and saw Yanis stepping towards us with a timid smile. “You must be the Dutch guy!” He added, offering his hand to shake. Brams shook his hand and looked at me with a hint of panic.
“Brams doesn’t speak French.” I grinned, triggering a horrified expression in Yanis.
“Oh sorry, I… euh… I am friend to Max!” He added in the most broken English I had ever heard.
“Oh, nice to meet you mate!” Brams said as I tried to stop laughing next to them.
“Stop it, asshole!” Yanis friendlily punched my arm. “Bring an Italian next time, and we’ll see who’s the better speaker then!”
“I’ll think about it!” I playfully winked, encouraging Brams to follow me into the bar with a hand gesture.
The three of us walked in and a waiter came to place us, apparently Julien had booked a table for us, but when we approached the table, I realized that it wouldn’t be just the three of us. Ugo Bartoli, Antonu’s best friend and Vanessa, Antonu’s bimbo girlfriend, were both sitting there already.
I shot Yanis a death stare, but I quickly realized that he was as surprised as I was. Ugo and Vanessa looked at us with a horrified expression when he sat at the table but Brams, completely misreading the situation, approached Vanessa to give her a kiss on each cheek.
I looked at Yanis and we exchanged a mix of confusion, warry, and desperate desire to burst out laughing.
“I’m Brams, nice to meet you!” He enthusiastically told Ugo and Vanessa before sitting by my side. Ugo shot me a scandalized glance, but I simply smirked and turned to Brams as if nothing weird had happened.
“They are, acquaintances, from school!” I told him.
“School?” Brams repeated confusedly. Yanis snickered behind me, my face flushing once again.
“Yes, I… uh… I’m still in high school; didn’t I tell you?” I pathetically stuttered, poorly succeeding to hide my embarrassment at being caught red handed. “Oh, here they are!” I said, noticing Julien walking in the room, holding his guitar.
“Hey guys!” Julien said, stopping by our table. “And uh…?”
“Brams!” My Dutch date said, shaking his hand. “Good luck for tonight, I’m really looking forward to listen to Corsican music, it will be my first time!”
“Oh, amazing! Well, I hope you’ll like it!” Julien answered in a very good English. I smirked and turned to Yanis with a complicit smile, thinking of his poor performance earlier.
“Shut it, will you!” He told me, seemingly reading my mind.
Julien winked at us and walked to the corner of the room, where he sat on a high stool, putting his guitar on his lap.
I almost jumped when Antonu, appearing out of nowhere, leaned over his girlfriend, dropping a peck on her lips without a word. He straightened up, briefly looking at me, then at Brams, and joined Julien, placing himself in front of a microphone.
“Is he going to sing?” I asked Yanis, a knot in my stomach.
“Yes.” Vanessa proudly answered, looking at me with defiance. Zeus, I wish I could wipe that smirk away from her stupid face. I’m sure she wouldn’t be so cocky if she knew how much her precious Antonu loved craved me behind her back.
I grabbed Brams’ hand on the table and took it in mine, triggering Ugo’s eyes to bulge from their sockets. I looked at my date and smirked.
“Enjoy.”
I turned my gaze to the corner of the room and caught Antonu staring at me with a stern face. Suddenly, the three players behind him started tuning their guitars, and he looked away, refocusing on his microphone, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
The waiters dimmed the lights, and the room gradually fell silent. I gulped and set my eyes on Antonu, my heart beating somewhat faster. The three guitarists started playing, and Antonu closed his eyes. Then, his voice filled the bar, echoing inside of me, a lump in my throat.
I felt like he was singing for me, and for me alone, and I was under his spell. For a brief moment, his gaze met mine, and I felt electrified. Then, I couldn’t explain why, but I realized that Antonu wasn’t mine, and most likely would never be, and it triggered an animalistic anger inside of me. I couldn’t bear the sight of his stupid girlfriend, lovingly looking at me, filled with pride and admiration.
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as a bitter taste flooded my mouth. It wasn't fair, none of it was. The way she got to bask in his voice, in his presence, without second-guessing her place by his side. The way he let her, without hesitation, without guilt. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, and for a split second, I wanted to drag my gaze away, to spare myself the sting. But I couldn't.
The waiter, seemingly popping out of nowhere, brought our order to the table and, for a brief moment, everyone’s attention was diverted from Antonu’s deep enchanting voice. Yanis got up, tapping my shoulder, before walking outside with his phone, seemingly about to take a call.
I grabbed my mocktail and turned my attention back to Antonu, while Brams’ hand discreetly browsed my thigh under the table. Antonu sang another three songs, and his stare didn’t cross mine again. At the end, the room broke into a round of applause, and he flashed us all his pearly white teeth in a beautiful warm smile.
Julien grabbed his guitar and walked to us with a bright smile, sitting next to Yanis who just had come back. He was quickly followed by Antonu who sat next to Vanessa. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned over him, kissing him and making my skin crawl.
“Damn, mate, that was amazing.” Brams told Antonu with great enthusiasm. His face was still unreadable as he grabbed his drink. He was still avoiding my gaze, but I didn’t miss the way his fingers tightened around the glass when Brams spoke. He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes fixed on the table, as if he was trying very hard not to listen. But I knew better. I leaned closer to Brams, just enough so my shoulder brushed against his.
“Glad you enjoyed it.” Antonu eventually curtly answered, his eyes flicking to me just for a second before settling back on Brams.
“That’s so different from what I’ve heard before, when did you start singing?”
“I’m sorry, you are?” Antonu asked, his tone sharp, his deep voice laced with annoyance. He was trying to mask it behind that macho facade, but I saw through it.
“Oh, sorry dude, my bad!” Brams laughed, clearly oblivious to the tension building. “I came with your friend Maximilien, we’re…” He glanced at me uncertainly, unsure of what he was allowed to say.
“We’re on a date,” I interrupted, locking eyes with Antonu, my gaze hard and daring him to say something, anything, after he was the one who pushed me away.
For a moment, Antonu’s expression twisted, and I saw the flash of anger in his eyes. My heart raced, wondering if he was actually going to throw a punch. I wouldn’t have been surprised. His clenched jaw was enough to show he was ready to snap, but before anything could happen, he looked away with a forced smile and turned back to Brams, his expression suddenly softening.
Julien, sitting across from us, must’ve felt the tension too. Without missing a beat, he got up and clapped Antonu on the shoulder, his usual cheerful demeanor cutting through the thick air.
“Well, I’m glad you liked it, Brams. Thanks for coming, mate!” He said, his voice warm, but there was a flicker of caution in his eyes. “Let’s get the boss, Anto. He wanted to talk to us after the show, remember?”
“So, did you like it?” I asked Brams as we got out of the bar, about an hour later.
“You French people have always been difficult to read for me, I still don’t know if your friends liked me or not!” Brams laughed. “The music was fire, though.”
“Yanis and Julien were my only friends there, the three other hate me, and it is mutual.” I finally told him with a mischievous smirk.
“Oh, so it wasn’t just in my head!” He chuckled boyishly.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Are you coming back with me?” He eventually offered, the beginning of a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.
“I would, but I’m really tired tonight.”
“Oh. Yeah, I mean, totally, me too, I just said that in case uh…”
“You did well.” I said, taking one step closer. “Just, not tonight.” I added.
As Brams looked at me with confusion, his cheeks reddening, I placed my hand on his lower stomach and approached him. On my toes, my lips touched his and I slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, my fingertips getting ever lower, brushing the waistband of his jeans, my hand slipping between the fabrics of his pants and underwear and boldly gripping his hardening bugle.
He returned the kiss, grabbing my nape and pushing our faces even closer, taking a fistful of my ass with his other hand while I rubbed his now rock-hard cock through his boxer briefs.
As quickly as I started it, I broke the embrace. Leaving him flushed and confused, looking at me with an imploring stare, his hardon obvious and desperate for release.
“Drive safe.” I told him with a mischievous smirk before turning on my heels and heading out of the city.
I was almost feeling sorry for him, almost, but I knew he’d only be more eager to meet me again now. After spending the evening with Antonu’s presence daunting me, rubbing his pathetic relationship with Vanessa in my face, I was in no mood for the kind of sex Brams would give me. He was too much of a nice boy, and we had too much of a good feeling for what I had in mind. I wanted hard rough sex, no strings attached, and no words exchanged, and I knew where to find it.
I opened Grindr and started looking for my next victim.
It didn’t take me too long, surprisingly (remember Porto-Vecchio is a small town), to find a guy that I could be into. To be fair, he didn’t send me any face pictures beforehand, as he claimed to be very discreet, but I didn’t mind. The cock looked nice, the body as well, and I wasn’t looking for a future husband.
He couldn’t host, and neither could I, so we decided to meet at the Salines, a former salt extraction site turned into a swamp and a default bird sanctuary. Many people came there for their Sunday strolls, for jogging or even just to ride dirt bikes, but it was completely deserted at night, so we knew we wouldn’t be bothered.
I arrived there about ten minutes after the guy, walked deeper into the parc, the moon and stars being my only light in the dark night, when he called me from the behind the trees. With a little apprehension, I followed his voice and reached his level. I looked at his face and raised an eyebrow.
“You’re Youcef’s brother! Anas, aren’t you?” I exclaimed with an amused expression.
“How do you know my brother!?” He asked me, his voice laced with a hint of panic and irritation.
“He’s my classmate.” I replied, taking one step closer and immediately dropping onto my knees.
“I swear to God, if you say a word to anyone…”
“No need for threats, I’d outsmart you if I wanted to anyway, and I’m just here for the cock.” I brushed off, not caring about his feelings in the slightest. I just needed to let off some stream, to wash Antonu’s presence from my mind, not to get another shallow conversation with a so-called straight guy.
Maintaining eye contact, I got his cock out of his sweatpants and open my mouth, engulfing him. I cupped his fat and heavy balls and started going up and down on him. I quickly realised that he was even thicker down there than he looked on the picture. It was a real challenge to get into my tight throat, but I was very motivated.
The guy was moaning while I went down on his cock, gently browsing my hair with his finger and pushing me further down. I gagged a little and backed off, catching up on my breath for a second before submissively kissing and licking his sweaty balls. I jerked his fat cock in the meantime and kissed a bit lower on his taint. He spread his legs a little wider, but because he was standing, there was no way my tongue could reach his hole.
“Lie down there.” He commanded, pointing at the ground. I complied, both nervous and very excited about what was going to happen, and he lowered his sweatpants. I was gently massaging my own cock, careful not to get it out of my jeans for fear of cumming to soon.
The guy placed his feet on both side of my head and squatted down on my face, lowering his ass right over my mouth. I groaned in an animalistic way and when his hole made contact with my mouth, I grabbed his cheeks with my hands and parted them further, my tongue diving deep into him.
He was musky, but I loved it. The guy started moaning, visibly loving me tongue fucking him. I doubted it was his first time with a guy, considering how unabashed he was with me, grinding his ass on my face. With one hand, I started jerking him off while I devoured his ass, his balls slapping my chin every time they bounced.
“Push out, I want to get deeper!” I asked, my voice muffled by his muscled ass.
He exhaled and I felt his hole expand. I moaned loudly, pushing my tongue as far as it’d go, devouring his most intimate part with such eagerness. He scooted a little back and pushed his balls in my mouth, my hand still firmly wrapped around his fat cock, tasting his ball sweat.
He turned around and put my head between his thigh, aiming his cock at my open mouth, before plunging in. Grabbing my hair, he started face-fucking me, making me gag every time he thrusted balls deep into me. I browsed his torso with my hand, his sweaty muscles under my fingertips, his balls hitting my chin.
Suddenly, he pulled out and got up. I looked around, worried someone caught us, and he chuckled at my reaction.
“Turn around, I want to fuck you.” He instructed, his voice deep and firm.
I smirked and got on all fours on the sandy dirt, lowering my pants to my knees and spreading my legs. He got on his knees behind me and spat on my hole, slapping his fat cock on it several time in loud thuds.
“You want my cock, slut?”
“Yes!” I murmured lustfully.
“You want me to fuck you like a bitch?”
“Yes, please!”
He placed his cock at the entrance of my pussy and plunged in one go. I yelped with surprise and pain, straightening up in the process, but he held me on the ground.
“That’s what you wanted, you little cum-dump!”
“Yes!” I answered, my voice twisted in pain and excitation.
“Spread your legs so I can breed you! Don’t make me hurt this pretty face of yours!” He groaned menacingly. Maybe, if I were a normal guy, I’d have told him to fuck off then, but he knew exactly what to tell me to get in the mood.
“Please, don’t hurt me!” I responded with a boyish moan, spreading my legs wide.
“Shut up, that’s what you were born for!” He spat out, slapping the back of my head. “Let me hurt your pussy with my fat cock, useless whore!”
I was rock hard, leaking precum on the dirt ground below me like a faucet. He started fucking me really hard, pounding me in fast and deep motions, his heavy balls slapping mine to the point they hurt.
He then placed his foot on my face, pinning me on the ground, my ass arched to accommodate his fat cock, and fucked me even harder. I moaned like a slut while he pounded my pussy to oblivion, making it hurt real good.
“Look at you, faggot!” He spat out with contempt.
“Breed me, please.” I painstakingly said, my mouth millimetres away from the sole of his sneaker.
“You want my cum in your pussy, whore?”
“Yes!”
“Fucking faggot.”
He grabbed my hips and started rabbit fucking my ass, making it burn with the lack of lubricant. I was panting and moaning in sexual ecstasy, letting him become more and more aggressive, until finally he plunged balls deep inside of me and groaned.
It would only have taken a few tugs on my dick to cum, but with his foot on my face I wasn’t able to. Denied of my orgasm, I was even more excited to feel him breed me.
Out of breath, he pulled out of me and got up on his feet. I was about to do the same when he kicked my balls.
“Stay like this!”
“Yes.” I meekly answered.
“Spread your ass, faggot.” He spat out with contempt.
I grabbed my cheeks and spread them, feeling the cool air enter my gaping hole, when suddenly I felt a hot stream hit my skin.
He was pissing on me.
I was so excited I could have came right there. I spread my cheeks even wider, making sure to let his piss fill me up with his cum, my whole body being drenched in the process. He then aimed his stream at my face, still pressed against the dirt ground, and soaked my eyes, my mouth, my nose.
When he was done pissing, he tucked his cock back into his pants and quickly zipped his fly. He then got something out of his pocket and threw it at me before walking away. Curious, I turned around and grabbed what it was that he threw.
A 20€ bank note.
Fuck, I had been his whore for real. Too horny to think, I sat against a tree and grabbed my rock-hard cock, soaked in his piss, and jerked off. It didn’t take me long to soak my stomach with my own cum. I would not see him again, but he gave me exactly what I needed.
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