“Well, there’s always the possibility of sexual harassment to think about.”
“What harassment? Technically, you aren’t my boss. I work under Monsieur Jolivet. And if I thought I could get anywhere by going to bed with him, I’d get down on my knees with my mouth open, and bend over with my butt cheeks spread, any time he wanted me to.”
Marc had to smirk at the thought of Monsieur Jolivet, who was close to retirement age and a happily married man—and a grandfather—succumbing to Jean-Paul’s undeniable charms. One good same-sex orgasm would probably kill the poor guy!
“How do you take it? Your coffee, I mean?” Jean-Paul asked.
“With a little milk or cream, if you have any. No sugar.”
They sat facing each other across the little table, and drank their coffee out of oversized mugs. It was surprisingly good, and Marc said so.
“Well, to keep myself from going crazy, I do indulge myself in a few little luxuries,” Jean-Paul confessed. “Decent coffee is one of them. There’s a hole-in-the-wall grocery store a few blocks from here. It’s run by immigrants, and they do know their coffee beans, and how to grind them.”
“And how else do you like to indulge yourself?” Marc asked.
“Sex, of course.”
“No steady boyfriend?”
“Oh, they come and go. I like to play the field. When I do settle down—well, it’ll have to be with a man who can afford a villa in Périer.”
“Oh, but why stop there?” Marc suggested, lightly. “You ought to hold out for a villa on the beach. And a yacht.”
“More coffee?” Jean-Paul asked.
“No, thanks. I’m fine. I suppose I ought to be going.”
“Can’t you stick around? For a little while?”
“I could.”
“Do you want to fuck around?” Jean-Paul blurted out.
“Do you? I’m a lot older than you. Wouldn’t you be happier with a guy your own age?”
“You’re ten years older than me—if that. I have to tell you, though—”
“What?”
“I’m not all that experienced.”
“You must be kidding me.”
“What, do you think I’m some kind of a slut?” Jean-Paul demanded, indignantly.
“Nothing of the sort,” Marc assured him. “But you’re young. You’re good-looking. You’re obviously comfortable with being gay. I can’t help taking it for granted that you must have men lined up, fighting for the chance to have sex with you.”
“I wish! Not so many as you might think, Marc. So many men are … jerks.”
“And I’m not a jerk?”
“No, you’re anything but.”
“That’s flattering. I have to warn you, though, Jean-Paul. I’m not a very nice guy. I’m married. I’m not interested in getting into a relationship with another man. I do like to have a good time, but all I can offer you is sex.”
“All I want from you is sex. Let’s fuck!”
“You’re blunt.”
“I’m honest. And don’t worry—I’m discreet. I know that’s important to you. No one at work will ever know about this.” Jean-Paul stood up. “Let’s get these fucking clothes off.”
Marc rose, too. “Yes, let’s.”
The two men stripped.
When they were both naked, Marc led the complaisant Jean-Paul to the end of the room which he used as his bedroom, to the bed. Jean-Paul drew back the coverlet, exposing the sheets. They lay down together, and Jean-Paul’s hand squeezed Marc’s cock tightly. Jean-Paul let out a little moan of excitement as the penis began to harden within his grip. He hugged Marc possessively for a moment, and then he began to kiss his way down the older man’s smooth flesh until his lips were brushing through the silken hair surrounding the base of his cock. Jean-Paul lifted himself onto his knees and he forced Marc’s legs farther apart, so that when he brought his head down a second time, he was able to nuzzle his mouth against the low-hanging sac of balls.
For several minutes, Jean-Paul licked the hairy flesh, while his hand played with Marc’s cock until it was solidly erect. Then, bringing his mouth slowly up the length of the shaft, he parted his lips and took the whole swollen cockhead into his mouth.
Marc’s hands tightened on the boy’s head when he felt the warm, slippery pressure of his lips moving down on his penis until Jean-Paul had swallowed it right to the hilt. He groaned with delight when Jean-Paul’s tongue stroked the base of his dick and the eager young cocksucker began to work his lips up and down on it. Marc’s ass began to move in rhythm with Jean-Paul’s steadily bobbing head, feeding his horny prick into the boy’s hungry, smacking mouth.
The sounds of Jean-Paul’s lips and tongue working wetly on his cock and the gargling noises Jean-Paul’s throat made as he drove himself down in it excited Marc, and he pumped his hips faster. His legs began to tense. Jean-Paul was drawing him closer and closer to the point of ejaculation. Suddenly, Jean-Paul’s mouth pulled off him, and Marc groaned in surprise and frustration.
“Why’d you stop? I was getting ready to come!” Marc complained. He tried to push Jean-Paul’s mouth back down on his meat, but the boy resisted, and then he scrambled back up beside Marc in the bed. “Go on, suck me some more,” Marc pleaded. “Suck me off. Let me come in your mouth, and swallow my load.”
“I’d love to—I’m willing to do that for you. But I don’t want just oral, Marc,” Jean-Paul gasped, breathless with excitement. “I want you to fuck me! I’ve wanted you for so long—ever since I started work, ever since the first day I saw you down there in the office. I’ve had a crush on you ever since that first day. You can’t imagine how horny I’ve gotten, thinking about you, while I’ve jerked off, right here in this bed at night. I want your prick in my asshole. I want to feel it going in and out of me. That’s what I’ve dreamed about … what I’ve fantasized about, while I’ve beaten off and shot my wad, before I go to sleep.”
“If you insist.”
Marc lay back on the mattress, while Jean-Paul reached for the condoms and lubricant which he kept ready, on the nightstand.
With a condom packet in his hand, Jean-Paul knelt down on the bed again and bent his head to capture Marc’s stiff prick between his lips. He began to suck it again, furiously, and without releasing his oral grip on it, he used his hands to rip open the packet and pull out the rubber.
Taking his mouth off Marc’s cock, Jean-Paul replaced it with the condom, rolling the latex down around Marc’s throbbing shaft. Next, Jean-Paul took the lube and spread some of it over the sheathed fuck tool.
“Lie down on your stomach,” Marc suggested. “And spread some more of that lube around your asshole.”
They got into position, and Marc swung his weight up and over the boy, straddling him with his knees on the outsides of Jean-Paul’s legs. Marc gripped his cock firmly at the base and bent it down so that the head was aimed at the entrance to Jean-Paul’s ass. Marc adjusted his knees to give himself better leverage, and then he pressed slowly forward, urging his dickhead into the tight opening. He pushed again, while Jean-Paul moaned, and suddenly the slippery head of Marc’s cock slid into Jean-Paul’s tight asshole.
“Oh, shit!” Jean-Paul yelped. “It’s too fucking big, man! It hurts too much. I don’t think I can take you.”
“Sure you can,” Marc insisted. “Just relax. Let your asshole open up. You’ll take it—and I promise you, you’ll like it.”
As he spoke, Marc pushed down harder, forcing more than half of his cock into the resisting anal passageway. Gritting his teeth, he lunged again, this time burying himself to the balls in the depths of Jean-Paul’s behind. Jean-Paul groaned, but Marc could already feel his asshole gradually loosening as he submitted to the fuck. When he was confident that Jean-Paul was ready for it, Marc began to withdraw his cock, pulling it back inch by slow inch until just the head was still stuck inside Jean-Paul. Marc hesitated for a moment, panting and sweating, but then he lunged all the way back inside.
“A
w, hell,” Jean-Paul moaned.
“Does it still hurt?”
“A little. But I like it … I like having your big cock in me. I wish it was even bigger,” Jean-Paul confessed.
Encouraged, Marc pulled out again, and this time his stroke back in was slower. When he was only halfway in, Jean-Paul’s ass rose up to meet him, his butt cheeks and sphincter clenching tightly as Marc rammed his prick back in.
“Yeah,” Jean-Paul whispered. “I do like it … oh, man, I do like getting my ass fucked. Fuck me, Marc. Fuck me hard! Oh, fuck me!”
Marc tightened his grip on the boy’s waist to hold him in place, and then he drew his cock far back. Immediately, though, he lunged back into that hot, tight young ass, penetrating it deep and hard. He grinned with pleasure when he heard the moan which escaped from Jean-Paul’s throat. Marc lunged again, ramming into the yielding asshole with such force this time that his balls hurt when they slapped against Jean-Paul’s buttocks.
“Harder, man, harder!” Jean-Paul yelled. “Come on, fuck my ass! Tear me open. Fuck it raw! Hurt me with your big, hard cock!”
Again and again, Marc drove his dick into the boy, until his prickshaft encountered no further resistance, but seemed to move in and out of the quivering asshole like a pile driver sinking into hot, thick mud. There was just enough friction to make each penetration exquisitely pleasurable for both the fucker and the guy being fucked, alike. Part of Marc’s delight came from the muffled cries of lust which Jean-Paul made as Marc’s huge cock ripped deep into him. But most of Marc’s ecstasy resulted from the tightness of the boy’s ass around his horny prick, and the thrill which raced all the way through the shaft, each time Marc lunged down.
Marc’s legs tensed and his breath grew ragged. He stroked again and again into the soft, warm recesses of Jean-Paul’s ass. It felt incredibly good. Every inch of his cock was alive with sensation. The warm, tight muscles of the anus clenched around Marc’s bulky shafted and exerted a suction on the head of it which made it seem he was driving in even deeper than he actually was.
Marc rolled onto his side, still lodged inside Jean-Paul’s ass, and he reached down for the boy’s cock. It was throbbing hard when he made a fist around it, and he began to jerk Jean-Paul off, in rhythm with the strokes of Marc’s own prick as he fucked him.
“Son of a bitch!” Jean-Paul howled, spasming from head to foot against the other man’s body. “I’m going to come! I’m going to shoot!”
“Go ahead. Spray your fucking load all over both of us,” Marc encouraged him, hoarsely. “Let me see that hot cum fly out. I’m there, too. I’m going to come inside your hot ass!”
His hand pounded on Jean-Paul’s prick, while his own cock drove deeper into the boy’s hole. Suddenly, Jean-Paul moaned, and Marc felt squirts of warm semen splashing down over his busy fingers. He pumped away, faster, with both his fist and his cock—and in a moment he, too, was coming. He bit hard into the side of Jean-Paul’s neck to keep from screaming in triumph as his cock shot off volley after volley of its white-hot juice.
“I can feel it,” Jean-Paul panted. “Jesus, man—I can feel your cock jerking, while you come in me. Let me have all of it. Keep on fucking me. Fill my asshole with your goddamn jism!”
For several minutes afterward they lay on their sides without moving, with Marc’s cock still firmly lodged in Jean-Paul’s ass, and his hand still wrapped around the boy’s semen-slimed prick.
“Oh, you’re beautiful,” Marc moaned, as he caressed Jean-Paul. “You’re such a beautiful boy … and you’re such a good fuck!”
“And I love your cock,” Jean-Paul admitted, shamelessly. “I love having it in me, fucking me. Are we going to do this again? Or is this going to be just another one-night stand?”
“That’s up to you. I’d like to see you again—fuck you again.”
“You can,” Jean-Paul vowed. “Any time you want! I don’t care that you’re married. I want to be your boy. Nobody will ever have to know. It’ll be our secret.”
“You’re so sweet.” Marc kissed Jean-Paul, passionately.
“But now you have to get dressed and go home to your wife. Oh, I’m not complaining. I understand.”
“I want to be there when she gets home from her book club.”
“Her book club! Ha! You and I. We’ll write our own book,” Jean-Paul promised. “A book about men lusting for one another … a hot story, about men fucking.”
“Yes. We’ll collaborate on that,” Marc agreed. “One chapter at a time.”
Chapter Six: While the Cats are Away
Marc squirmed wantonly against Renaud’s body. “I want your cock in my ass, this time,” he panted. “Fuck me!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Marc insisted. His hand reached down for Renaud’s cock and he worked it roughly back and forth until he was satisfied that it was fully hard and ready to satisfy them both. “Put it in me,” Marc growled. “Don’t even grease it up first! Just ram it into me and fuck the shit out of my hole!”
“Not without a rubber,” Renaud said.
“Put on the goddamn rubber, then. But hurry!”
When he was sheathed in the latex, Renaud slithered onto the other man’s back and aimed his cockhead down between Marc’s solid buttocks. He rubbed his cock slowly over the butt crack until he felt Marc thrusting up at him, impatiently. Then Renaud fitted his cockhead carefully against the puckered hole which his neighbor was offering him.
“Go ahead,” Marc urged. “Shove it in!”
Renaud gasped and pushed his weight down hard. His cock met tight resistance at first, and he had to push again, even more forcefully. He felt the constricted muscles parting slowly as he pushed, holding his dick firmly by the base to guide it in.
“Yeah,” Marc gloated. “That’s what I want! God, how I love it, a man’s cock in me, fucking me. Finish the job. Push it in all the way. Let me have that cock!”
Renaud pushed again, and his prickshaft slowly began to slide into Marc’s ass. He felt the inner muscles fighting him every inch of the way, and he suspected that Marc was deliberately tightening up in order to increase the friction of the insertion. But Renaud pressed down steadily, grunting, until finally he was buried in the tight passage to the hilt.
“Oh, Marc!” he exulted. “I’m in you … I’m in you all the way. And it feels so fucking good, buddy! Every time I’m with you, it just gets better and better. But—we’re taking an awful chance, you know.”
“A chance?”
“Getting together for sex like this, when our wives are both in town. What if we get caught?”
“We won’t get caught. Not if we’re smart. Listen, now that Ghislaine and Marie have become such good friends—it’s the best thing that could have happened, for us. Take today, for instance. They’re doing their usual weekend thing. They’ve gone out for lunch on a Saturday afternoon, followed by yet another shopping expedition. They won’t be home for hours. And by then, I’ll have changed the sheets on the bed and washed the ones we’re screwing on. Speaking of screwing,” Marc added, drily. “I’d appreciate less talk—and more sex. Get busy. Fuck me. Give it to me good and hard. Screw my asshole as hard as you can, ream me out with your big, hard cock! This isn’t your wife’s dainty little pussy you’re fucking,” he taunted. “You’re fucking another man!”
Renaud started to drive his prick in and out of the other man’s ass, finding it difficult to break through the tight friction at first. But as he continued to fuck Marc, he felt his lover’s asshole loosening its grip, accepting his cock more easily, so that it slipped in and out with just enough pressure to make the feeling of fucking Marc wildly erotic.
“Yes,” Marc panted, feverishly, writhing and squirming and humping beneath Renaud’s body. “Give it to me, and give it to me hard. Fuck me, fuck me hard—hard!”
Renaud’s body slapped against Marc’s back and buttocks as he moved with faster and harder lunges, plunging himself deeper into that butch, stud ass each time he
came down on Marc. Renaud’s chest was beaded with sweat, his legs quivering. He fucked faster and faster, really punishing the other man with his prick.
Not that Marc complained. He loved it! He couldn’t get enough of it!
“Do you like it this way?” Renaud panted, as though he had read Marc’s mind. “Do you like it rough?”
“There’s no other way,” Marc declared, with a deep groan. “No other way, that’s anywhere near as good. Fuck that hole of mine!”
Suddenly, Renaud began to gasp, and his hands clenched Marc’s sides. He drove his hard-fucking dick right in to the hilt and then he screamed into Marc’s shoulder, as his overexcited fuck tool exploded inside him, filling the condom Renaud wore with wad upon wad of hot, slimy fluid. He pounded his way through his orgasm. Finally, Renaud slipped his cock out of the hole and he gathered Marc into his arms, kissing him passionately on the mouth.
The past two weeks had been like a continual wet dream for Renaud, the fulfillment of every erotic fantasy which he had secretly, guiltily, harbored in his imagination ever since his marriage. He and Marc took advantage of every opportunity to get together for sex, and their wives never suspected a thing.
With Marc, Renaud experienced none of the shame or guilt he had felt with his other male sex partners. Taking Marc’s cock into his mouth and sucking it, or putting his own dick into Marc’s mouth, seemed to so inevitable every time it happened that Renaud couldn’t be bothered thinking about such futile considerations as right or wrong, natural or unnatural. Even the word adultery had ceased to have any real meaning for him. In addition to the hot oral sex, of course, he and Marc fucked, too, and they did so like a pair of hot, horny, rutting animals—taking turns plunging their pricks into each other’s asses until they both came, and collapsed, exhausted. Renaud’s desire for his lover seemed insatiable.
Renaud was roused from his reverie by Marc, who delivered a playful slap to his bare ass.
“You go use the shower first,” Marc suggested. “While I put these sheets in the washer. Then I’ll make us some lunch, and we can watch the soccer match on TV. When Ghislaine and Marie get here, they’ll find us just hanging out—drinking wine and cheering on our favorite team. The picture of innocence.”
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