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it's cool, we're just friends? - cl16

pairing: college!charles leclerc x fem!reader (friends with benefits!) summary: in which you and a guy in your class are friends with benefits OR you and your friends with benefits might be more? warnings: smut under the cut! thigh-riding, throat-fucking, p in v sex!, no condoms (bad!), badly translated french (pls correct me), angst, pining, NOT PROOFREAD!!!! word count: 4.8k! author's note: so i ALMOST scrapped this entire thing because i wasn't sure how i felt about it so if it sucks, i understand LOL. i had a lot of fun writing this and can see myself writing a lot of scenarios for them like before there was this many feelings involved? like maybe a spring break one shot for them, when they hooked up for first time ;) PLEASE let me hear your thoughts and any comments you have. I love hearing from you guys xoxo

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THE WEIGHT OF his eyes bore into the back of your skull, a palpable presence as you immerse yourself in the lecture before you. It’s almost become a ritual at this point: a magnetic pull compels you to glance his way, and there he is, a smirk stretching wide across his face, as if he holds the upper hand.

In that fleeting moment where your eyes meet his verdant gaze, a fierce intensity ignites within you. It’s as if a wildfire unleashes, consuming you with an unbridled mix of desire and exasperation. Your stomach tightens with a fervent ache, betraying the absolute irritation you feel at his ability to rile you up with one look.

Internally, Charles wrestles with the urge to gaze at you as though you’ve strung the stars and moon just for him. Yet, outwardly, he remains steadfast, unwilling to reveal his vulnerability when it comes to you. Instead, he masks his emotions behind a practiced smirk—a façade. And the blushing reaction you give him almost every time, only enthuses him more.

“Arrête!” You half-shout, though it emerges more as a whispered urgency amidst the large lecture hall.

Charles leans in over his desk, his lips hovering dangerously close to the shell of your ear, a proximity that sets your heart racing with a rapid intensity.

“Est-ce que je te verra ice soir?” Will I see you tonight?

You kept your head straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge the warmth of him being so close, resisting the allure of his voice.

“Peut-être.” Maybe.

At the front of the lecture hall, Professor Bernard stands tall, his expression grave as he prepares his common ‘you guys are smarter than this’ speech about the recent exam grades. He highlights the alarming fact that more than half of the class received a 70% or lower. And true to his reputation as the kindest professor, he extends an olive branch by offering retakes to those who seek improvement before dismissing the lecture.

You gather your belongings, ready to make your exit, when suddenly, a heavy arm wraps around your shoulder just as you cross the threshold of the door.

You? Aced it. Charles? Not so aced it.

Which you knew meant you were helping him study as usual.

You watch as Charles runs his fingers through his disheveled locks, each movement betraying a hint of frustration and determination. His lips form a subtle pout as he fixates on the study material you laid out before him, his furrowed brows highlighting the depth of his concentration.

“Mon chou, je ne pensais pas que tu m’avais invite pour ça.” I didn’t think you invited me over for this.

With a gleam in his eyes, he wiggles his eyebrows playfully as he collapses on the many pillows of your bed behind him. The papers scattered across the bed threaten to take flight, but your swift reflexes saved them from soaring away into chaos.

You narrow your eyes in mock annoyance, but the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips betrays your amusement at the situation.

“Tu dois étudier.” You need to study.

Charles stares at the corners of your lips, his eyes not straying once from them even as you spoke.

“Embrasse-moi d’abord.” Kiss me first. He nearly begs; his face almost completely covered by the hood of his sweatshirt as he laid on his back beside your cross-legged figure.

“Étudie.” Study. Your words were firm, yet you could feel your resolve slipping under the intensity of his gaze, as it traces a path from your lips to your eyes, igniting a warmth that stirred whenever he was near.

His arm reaches up behind your neck in a swift motion, too quick for you to even see it coming. His fingers grabbing the nape of your neck in a tight grip as he brings your face down to his, your body toppling over his in an unnatural position from his force. His lips collide with yours instantly, and the squeal you elicit gives him easy access to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He groans softly against your mouth, something about how sweet your mouth tastes. The moan that escapes your lips and melded into his mouth drove him absolutely crazy. The grip on the back of your neck didn’t loosen as he held you to him, giving you no opportunity to pull away from him.

Your tank top cladded chest was pressed against the side of his body, embracing you in his warmth. You press a hand to his chest, attempting to push yourself up, but he groans against your lips in detest before loosening his grip on your neck.

“Est-ce vraiment necessaire.” Do we have to? He begins to pepper kisses all around your face, his fingers dipping under the straps of your tank top, tracing intricate patterns of the soft skin beneath.

You slip your hand under the warmth of his hoodie, his toned muscles flexing under your cold fingertips as you trail your hand up his chest and slip one leg over him, straddling his thigh. His skin was so warm. Almost like a furnace.

He sucks in a breath, as if your touch hurt him, but really, he craved it. He wanted you everywhere. The tight leggings that adorned your body did little to prevent Charles from feeling the heat and arousal of your pussy against his thigh. A smirk widened on his lips almost instantly. He knew he had you right where he wanted you.

He could sense your contemplative thoughts by one glance at your eyes. As if you knew he needed to study, but you needed this more.

You could barely concentrate the minute Charles sprawled onto your bed earlier, his legs spread and shorts riding up to expose the muscles of his thighs. It was even harder to think with the way his soft green eyes look up at you, and the way his fingers felt on you.

His hand trails from beneath the strap of your tank top, your hardened nipples more than visible through the thin fabric of it, to the front of your breasts.

“No bra?” His thumb rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger above the fabric of your shirt. “Planning on getting fucked, hm?”

Your hips rut against his thigh almost instantly in response to his words. The feeling of his thigh against your clit, causing a soft moan to slip. It was then, that Charles seemed to lose all restraint as his hand grasped the side of your neck and squeezed lightly, his thumb resting in the center of your neck. He flexed his thigh, his eyes gleaming at the sight of your blown out pupils.

“Regarde-toi,” Look at you. He edged you on. “Just wanna ride m’thigh, yeah?”

Your hips move in their own rhythm, unable to stop. It just feels too good. You nodded repeatedly as you lean over, pressing your chest to his, as he claims your lips once again. His hot, tongue sliding against yours as the stubble of his facial hair scratches your chin.

You struggle, losing the rhythm of your hips until Charles slid his hands down to your waist, guiding your movements. “C’mon mon chou, tu dois travailler pour ça.” You have to work for it.

“We should study.” You mention, the pace of your hips not stopping. As if your body has a mind of its own.

“Nous sommes.” We are. He argues, his fingertips squeezing into the skin of your hips even more. “Now, keep rubbing that pretty little pussy on me.”

“Oh, what about her?” You point to the pretty brunette that was currently leaned against the wall, a red solo cup in her manicured hand, as she was deep in conversation with a few other girls that you haven’t seen before.

Charles sighs heavily, rolling his eyes just slightly. “Why are you pawning me off?” He cracks a smile, his elbows gently hitting your side.

You let out a small laugh before bringing your own cup to your lips. The liquid of your drink resting on the top of your lip as you finished a sip and turned to look at Charles. “M’not!” You shrug your shoulders. “Elle est jolie and keeps looking at you thinkin’ no one’s noticed.” She’s pretty.

He wouldn’t know about the ‘pretty brunette’ you claimed was there. He didn’t know about any other girl that was here. His eyes haven’t left your figure the entire night. Since you stepped in the entrance of the house he was by your side, it was like his body knew you arrived.

“Peu importe ça, m’gonna go dance.” Whatever. You stick your tongue out at him, earning a deep laugh, and saunter off to find one of your friends already on the makeshift dance floor in the living room of the house.

Charles leans casually against the wall, his eyes tracing the contours of your radiant smile from afar. Despite himself, a soft grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he takes in the sight of you.

“Are you sure you’re not together?” One of his friends, Alex, teases, leaning in close to Charles and handing him a red solo cup, its contents mostly frothy beer foam from an evidently lazy pour. “I was thinking of asking her out.”

Charles’s gaze drift from the frothy mess in his cup to Alex’s expectant face, a furrow forming on his brow. It wasn’t the foam that troubled him, rather, it was Alex’s words that unsettled him. How was he supposed to respond? We aren’t together but I think I’m in love with her?

Charles clenches his jaw, fighting back the urge to speak his truth, as the words “have at it” slip past his lips with a forced nonchalance. With a hollow smile, he raises the cup to his lips, swallowing the acrid liquid with a newfound eagerness that masked the bitter taste of envy and longing festering in his chest. As Alex made his way towards you, Charles couldn’t help but feel a pang of anguish, knowing that he was relinquishing his chance to confess his feelings, drowning them instead in the depths of a cheap beer.

“Mmm, tu es tellement douée.” You’re so good.

You weren’t quite sure how you ended up in this scenario. All you remember is being dragged away from a game of beer-pong with Alex, his fingers gripping your wrist so tightly it could’ve left marks, and shoving you onto your knees as soon as he shut the bathroom door.

Dwelling on the how’s and why’s seemed inconsequential now. Especially with his cock buried deep down your throat like it is right now, and especially with the praises that slip past his lips.

Charles lulls his head back with a loud groan as he flexes his hips into your mouth, giving you little to no opportunity to breathe. No opportunity to speak. But you didn’t care. You would do anything to please him.

“Tellement putain de jolie, mon dieu.” So fucking pretty, my God.

“Bet you’re soaked under that dress, hm?” His grip on your hair tightens. “Got you all wet without even touching you.” His laugh is deep and mocking. You feel your thighs clench, like it was an automatic response. “Only I get you like this, yeah?”

You press your face forward, not even needing his force as you take full enjoyment in the feeling of him in your mouth.

“So eager, mon chou.”

You moan at the feeling of his smooth cock against the walls of your throat. The vibrations of your moan, immediately sending him over the edge. His white, hot cum spills down your throat, filling you up, before he pulls out. A long string of saliva follows, your eyes completely teary.

He lifts you from your knees, the cool tile of the bathroom floor no longer your support, his thumb gently resting on your chin as he studies you for a mere second. Taking in the streaky tears under your eyes and your swollen lips. He could already feel the blood rushing back to his cock.

“Bet you’re leaking all over yourself, yeah?” You catch the smirk that pulls onto his lips before his lips crash down onto yours. His teeth nibbling on your bottom lip for a brief second before he’s pulling away, pushing you up onto the bathroom sink counter as he stands in between your spread legs. “All achy?” He cocked his head to the side a little, like he knew something you didn’t.

It was so fast, you weren’t even able to ask questions before he leaned forward, his fingers slipping into the lace of your underwear, pushing them aside, and pressing his hot tongue to your soaked core.

You swore you’ve never moaned so loud in your life as you just did in this moment. At the feeling of the kitten licks on your clit, at the feeling of him shoving two fingers into you, finding that spot he knew you loved most almost instantly.

Your fingers franticly reached into his tousled locks, pulling his hair probably harder than necessary, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he moaned right into your pussy. Like he couldn’t ever get enough of you. Like he would stay licking you for forever if he could.

“Mon dieu,” My god. You squeal as your head lulls back against the cool mirror behind you and bite your lip trying to conceal the moans.

You look down at Charles, his eyes already staring at you, his green eyes completely darkened now. It makes your stomach do a multitude of flips. Your attempt to squeeze your legs shut from the pressure building in your stomach, but Charles grips his fingers into the soft flesh of your thigh, holding them open.

A series of knocks are heard on the bathroom door which sends you into a total panic to which Charles yells “Va te faire foutre!” Fuck off!

Your body squirms against Charles’ mouth and the granite of the countertop, but he holds you in place as if to say you’re not going anywhere until you soak my mouth.

He ate you out like a possessed man. Your chest is flushed red as the speed of his tongue picks up, sending you into overdrive. It wasn’t until he sucks harshly on your clit, the pressure of it, has you leaping over the edge into your orgasm. You came hard enough that your body arched, your fingers clenching his hair, pulling hard.

Charles doesn’t come up right away, he licks and licks until you’re pushing him off you. Both of your chests rose and fell in rhythm with each heavy breath, the lingering echoes of the lively party beyond the door gradually seeping back into your consciousness. It felt as though you had just descended from a faraway realm, returning to the bustling reality surrounding you.

His lips glistened, coated in you, as he stares at you completely fucked out on the bathroom counter. An unmistakable smugness in his expression.

His heart clenches as he drinks in the sight of you, so many emotions swirling in his chest. As you stretch your lips into that smile he loves so much, he feels a swell of warmth flood his senses, a tender ache stirring in the depths of his soul.

“Qu’est-ce qui te prend?” What’s gotten into you?

Not that you were complaining at what just happened. If anything, you wouldn’t mind if he wanted a repeat right now.

He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, one hand leisurely slipping into his pocket, while the other moved to grasp the door handle. With a patient stance, he awaited your readiness before even considering opening the door. “J’avais juste besoin de toi,” Just needed you. He whispers, his voice carrying a tender resonance, emphasizing the depth of longing.

And then he’s swinging the door open, guiding you both back to the party.

“Je pense que nous devrions arrêter.” I think we should stop.

The words felt heavy in your throat as you said them, your hand clasped in Charles’ hand as you sat across from one another in the campus coffee shop.

Charles chuckled softly, taking a leisurely sip of his drink, but when be caught the seriousness in your expression, his laughter faded. His eyebrows knitted together, a pang of pain igniting in his chest and spreading like wildfire.

You watched as he leaned his head back against the booth, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if unable to meet your eyes.

“Que veux-tu dire?” What do you mean? He met your eyes again, and you noticed a subtle shift in their hue—they were slightly darker than their usual shade of green.

“Je ne pense pas que ç ava marcher.” I don’t think this is going to work out. As you uttered the words, a queasy sensation churned in your stomach, making you feel like you were going to be sick. Similarly, Charles felt a wave of nausea wash over him upon hearing your words, his own stomach in knots.

Just looking at him had your eyes burning, but you refused to let the tears fall. Despite the overwhelming love you felt for this man, you couldn’t ignore the reality that it was unlikely to progress beyond the messy situation you found yourselves in. What were you supposed to do? Be friends that fuck for the rest of your lives?

You couldn’t do that. You wouldn’t do that. It wasn’t a spur of the moment decision. No, you’ve been thinking about this for so long, but cutting it off was just too hard. Cutting him off was too hard.

As you watched him slowly retract his fingers from yours, his hand moving to pinch the bridge of his nose while he blinked, a fiery ache within your chest grew.

“We’re friends, always, right?” You asked, offering him a soft smile, though inside, your heart felt like it was about to burst from your chest. You reminded yourself that this was necessary. You needed to go on dates. Not that he was exactly holding you back. It just felt wrong to go on dates while sleeping with another.

“Right,” he responded, his expression devoid of a smile. “Friends.” He nodded slowly, as if carefully considering the weight of the situation before him.

“Est-ce que je peux demander ce qui a déclencé cela?” Can I ask what brought this up? His fingers tapped restlessly along the edge of the table, betraying his impatience as he awaited your answer.

Meanwhile, you sat twiddling your thumbs in your lap, occasionally stealing glances at them. Why did this conversation feel so unbearably difficult?

“Quoi?” What?

“Est-ce que j’ai fait quelque chose?” Did I do something?

You shook your head instantly, a small blush forming on your cheeks. “I just,” You began, but felt flustered as you took a pause to look back down at your fingers and then him again. His eyes made you feel hot all over, the way they never strayed from your face whenever you spoke to him, the way they dropped to your lips every so often as if he couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you. He couldn’t.

“I just think I need to go on dates.” You nervously smiled.

“You think?” He scoffed, throwing one arm over the top of the booth, and resting it there as he fell into a relaxed position. His eye twitched slightly, as he flexed his hand and clenched it like he was holding himself back.

You’re not sure how to respond. You had anticipated this conversation to be brief, perhaps along the lines of “I think we should end this,” followed by his immediate agreement. But apparently, that wasn’t the case. You could feel yourself growing flustered the longer you sat here. Why couldn’t he just simply agree, no questions asked.

You nodded, with slight hesitance. Did you really want to end it with him? No.

He shrugged his shoulders, pulling a little smirk on his face as he usually did. “Très bien.” Fine.

And that was that.

Charles decided that he had it up to here when you strolled into the house party, lips shiny with gloss, and you hand held in none other than Alex’s. It was as if you were trying to torture him. Like you knew that he loved you and you just wanted to hurt him a little more.

He’s watching, you can feel his eyes burn into you as you turn your head, pretending to listen to Alex as he rambles on about some story. You don’t let yourself glance over to Charles until later in the night, when he’s leaned up against the kitchen counter, a half-empty beer bottle gripped in his hand, eyes already on you.

You felt your stomach do a multitude of flips from the eye-contact, that you even almost pulled your hand from Alex’s. Like you were caught doing something wrong.

You quickly realized that you had little to no self-control, especially when it came to Charles. With his hair pushed back and the linen shirt half-unbuttoned, allowing the toned and taut muscles of his stomach to peek through, it almost seemed as though he wanted to make it even harder for you to resist. Like he wanted to punish you for not choosing him.

He had you right where he wanted you, sort of.

“Shh,” Charles nips at your earlobe, eliciting a mewl from you as he presses you against the mattress of his bed. “You want everyone to hear what a whore you are, hm?”

Another string of moans leaves your lips as he thrusts into you, the pads of his fingers gripping the front of your neck tightly. His eyes fixed on yours, the pace of his hips was slow, but so deep.

“Tell me,” Charles began, his tongue trailing along your collarbones and up your neck until his mouth hovered over yours. “Still wanna play stupid games with me, jolie fille?” Pretty girl.

You whined as his hips picked up in pace. “Ouvrir.” Open. You did so without a second thought, only to be met with a string of saliva meeting your tongue. Charles groaned as you swallowed his spit, eagerly.

“Still wanna pretend we’re just friends?” He could feel your walls trembling as her hand snaked its way to the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to meet hers. It was a tangle of tongues and moans.

“Does he fuck you as good as me?” You couldn’t handle the way he was talking to you, staring at you, touching you. “Gripping me like you’re gonna come.”

You shook your head repeatedly.

“That’s it,” His voice was gentle in your ear. “So good, mon chou.”

Your breaths were jagged and heavy as he took you harder and harder. “Rub your pretty little clit for me, yeah?”

Your body was shaking as you trailed your fingers down, fingers playing with your clit. Charles rested on his knees, his eyes staring at his cock being swallowed by your pussy, and the way your fingers toyed with your sensitive clit. He groaned at the sight of his cock coated in you.

It wasn’t long before you careening forward with a cry, your body arching off the bed, as you came around his cock. Charles fell forward over you, an arm on each side of your head, as he cocooned you. His hips didn’t let up as you sobbed out, your toes curling.

Charles could feel his resolve slipping at the feeling of your soaked walls clenching him. He threw his head into the crevice of your neck, the rhythm of his hips faltering as you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to thrust even deeper than before. He rolled his hips, pumping into you with such a fervent rush.

“Mon dieu,” His groans were soft in your ear. “You feel so good.”

It wasn’t until you moaned in his ear, begging for him to come in you, that he lost all control. A deep moan, pressing his hips down against yours as he held you down, pumping his cum deep into you.

For a few moments, it was silent. Just the sound of your heavy breaths as Charles collapsed to the side of you. You both felt oddly at peace, even with the thumping of the house party music heard from the other side of his bedroom door.

Charles stood up, grabbing a towel from his bathroom, before bringing it to you to help clean you up. Something primal filled his chest as he stared at you sprawled on his bed, his cum dripping out of you.

It was the last swipe of the towel when he finally spoke.

“We’re not friends.” He stated. He was sick of teetering around the topic. He was sick of seeing you with other guys at his house.

You opened your mouth to retort, but he held his hand up, essentially silencing you.

“Stop pretending you want any other guy’s cock.” He stood before you as you sat up on the edge of the bed still naked, hands clenched at his sides in a fist. You began to stand up, your face turning red with anger, not because of his words but because he was right.

You grabbed your dress that was in a pile on the floor, slipping it on in a hurry. “Je dois partir.” I need to go. You began, “Alex me cherche probablement.” Alex is probably looking for me.

It was then that Charles raised his voice, if it weren’t for the loud music, you could’ve sworn the entire house would’ve heard.

“J’en ai tellement marre de ça!” I’m so sick of this! He runs his fingers through his hair, pacing the room back and forth. You felt your words caught in your throat as you stood still, your eyes following his every movement until he stood before you, his hands gripping your waist.. “Je t’aime!” I love you! He laughs after he says it, like he’s so pathetically in love with you and you have no care in the world for it.

“I cannot handle seeing you with another man.” He rambles off. “I cannot handle seeing you showing up here, to my home, holding another man’s hand.” He seethes, bringing his thumb and pointer finger to pinch the bridge of his nose as he breathes in, attempting to calm himself down.

“I know you love me.” His fingers grab your hand, pulling it up to his chest and holding it where his heart beats. Tears welled up in your eyes as you gazed at him, his eyes reflecting a wild intensity, his hair disheveled hair adding to his untamed allure. Sensing your vulnerability, he gently cupped your face with his other hand, offering you a tender touch. You leaned into his comforting embrace, as if seeking solace in his presence. With a silent nod, you pressed your head against his hand, a single tear escaping down your cheek, bearing witness to the depth of your emotions.

“I’m so sick of seeing people with what is mine.” He urged. “You can’t be someone else’s, not when you are already mine.”

“Charlie,” You drew in a deep breath, locking eyes with him, drowning in the depths of his green gaze. Every fiber of your being resonated with love for this man, an unshakeable devotion that consumed your soul.

“S’il te plait.” Please. His voice was a whispered hush as he begged. “Put me out of my misery.”

He opened his mouth to continue, but you didn’t let him. You stood on the tips of your toes, leaning forward to press your chest against his as you pressed your lips to him. His arms immediately wrapping around your waist as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He groaned at the taste of you in his mouth again, his cock already hardening for you.

You pulled off him, “Really?” He let a small laugh escape his lips as he pulled your mouth back onto his for a small peck.

“I’m a man in love.” He grins, like he has nothing to be ashamed about.

“Je t’aime.” I love you.

Charles tenderly pressed his lips to the side of your neck, his tongue tracing delicate patterns along the velvety skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Répète-le.” Say it again. He whispers, his voice husky with desire. As his lips continue down their intoxicating dance on your neck, his fingers trail the straps of your dress, gradually easing them down your shoulders with a tantalizing touch.

“Je t’aime.” I love you. He placed a small nip to your neck, eliciting a small squeal, as he lifted you up and carried you back to his bed.

“M’so in love with you,” He presses a kiss to your lips. “Don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

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olympic-paris · 6 days

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saga: Soumission & Domination 273

Espagne 1

Cela faisait 15 jours que Marc et Hervé étaient partis en voyage d'affaire et même si notre trajet s'est agrémenté d'une pause plus qu'agréable, c'est quand même nos mecs respectifs et ça c'est irremplaçable.

Ils s'en aperçoivent car c'est dès l'aéroport que nous leur prouvons notre attachement. Nous leur sautons au cou et sans se soucier des autres passagers, nous leur roulons des pelles. Comme d'habitude, nous avons droit à quelques remarques acides qui font dire à PH (qui attendait son tour pour embrasser Marc) qu'il y a des jaloux autour de nous. Heureusement, d'autres trouvent cela touchant et eux non plus ne se gène pas pour nous le faire savoir. Nous partons vers les taxis accompagnés de quelques mots d'approbation.

Dans l'appart d'Ernesto les choses sérieuses commencent. Nous les violons littéralement ! Ils semblent apprécier vu la dureté de leurs bites. Même si nous savons que, tout comme nous, ils n'ont pas été privés de sexe, les sentiments qui nous lient donnent une dimension autre à la partie de baise.

Après il nous faut raconter notre intermède Bordelais. Je préviens Marc que nous avions fait connaissance de deux motards de la gendarmerie et que je les avais invités à passer nous voir quand ils le voulaient. Cela ne l'étonne pas venant de moi.

Le lendemain, nous retrouvons Javier qui comme depuis deux ans nous a trouvé une villa avec piscine et cuisinier au dessus de Sitges. Il ne s'est pas foulé, puisque nous retrouvons et la même villa et Paco à la cuisine.

L'apéritif nous attend, tout comme les attributs de Paco qui n'ont pas diminués depuis un an. D'où effusions de part et d'autre. Il nous serre contre lui en mettant ses deux grandes mains sur nos fesses pour nous plaquer contre sa bite en pleine extension, enfin PH, Ernesto et moi. Avec Marc et Hervé, il est plus... moins démonstratif. Nous faisons le tour de la maison. Nous retrouvons la terrasse équipé de postes de muscu, la piscine est évidement bien chaude et dans la cuisine, les frigos sont pleins.

Nous retenons Javier qui nous dit que Paco nous fait une fleur cette année car ce sont ses vacances qu'il va passer à nous servir. En effet, il a trouvé un taf de cuisinier dans un grand hôtel de Barcelone. Marc est un peu gêné et appelle Paco. Il l'engueule (gentiment) d'avoir accepté d'être notre cuisinier pendant ses 3 semaines de vacances. Paco l'assure que bosser pour nous c'est aussi des vacances car on est pas chiants et qu'il a toute liberté pour la bouffe. Hervé intervient et lui dit qu'il ne restera que s'il nous jure simplifier sa partie et qu'il profite de la piscine et des p'tits mecs qui passeront dans la maison. Je m'assois sur lui et tortillant du cul, lui dis qu'il y en a déjà trois sur place. Je me relève et son maillot est déformé par les presque 24cm de sa bite en plein essor.

C'est PH qui pense à lui demander s'il n'avait pas un petit copain. Il tergiverse mais fini par nous avouer qu'effectivement il en a un depuis quelques mois. Il nous demande s'il pourra s'absenter de temps en temps pour aller le voir. Marc décide que ce serait beaucoup plus simple s'il pouvait le faire venir à la villa. Cette dernière est suffisamment grande pour accueillir une personne de plus. Comme Paco confirme qu'il est en vacances mais qu'il est resté à Barcelone, Marc lui dit d'aller tout de suite le chercher.

Une heure et demie plus tard nous le voyons revenir avec un minet tout mimi ! Pas plus de 18ans, dans les 1m70, cheveux noir corbeau et structure fine même si ses muscles sont bien dessinés. Déjà bien bronzé, il est vraiment craquant dans son petit short plutôt court et son marcel échancré.

Paco nous présente son Juan. Malgré son air timide je vois ses yeux nous déshabiller du peu de tissus que nous avons gardé sur les fesses. Je pense que nous ne serons pas les seuls à nous amuser ici.

Marc confirme à Paco qu'il peut vivre ici comme bon lui semblait, il était invité pour la durée de notre séjour. Notre cuisto le remercie et nous assure que cela ne changera rien à sa " disponibilité ". Il ajoute même que cela nous amène déjà un p'tit mec à domicile. Quand Hervé lui dit qu'il n'était pas question de profiter de son petit ami, Paco nous assure qu'ils ne sont pas dans une relation exclusive et Juan nous confirme qu'il aime bien faire de nouvelle connaissances. Cela tombe bien c'est notre devise !

Son petit cul m'intéressant au plus haut point, je me dévoue pour lui faire visiter la maison et l'informer des conditions de vie. Nous quittons le groupe sous alors qu'Ernesto prévient Paco que je risque de ne pas me retenir avant la fin du circuit. Paco lui répond que c'est pas grave car il sait que je serais bientôt assis sur sa propre bite.

Je fais les honneurs de la villa. Juan me questionne sur le groupe que nous formons. Je lui dis qui est avec qui sentimentalement, et l'assure que sexuellement nous n'avons pas de limites. Il est content car c'est de la même façon qu'avec Paco il ont basé leur relation. Il vient tout juste de terminer son cycle scolaire et rentre à la Fac en septembre. Je suis surpris de son orientation quand il me dit qu'il veut être médecin légiste. Quand nous entrons dans la chambre de Paco, il me dit que le lit est plus grand que chez lui. Un petit coup de bassin et je le fais tomber dessus. Il se retourne et se redresse pour dénouer le lacet de mon maillot et le faire glisser à mes chevilles. Il m'embouche direct jusqu'aux couilles (il est habitué à du 23,5 si je me souviens bien !). J'adore son enthousiasme. Il ne pèse rien et sans difficulté, alors qu'il continu à me téter la queue, je le mets à 4 pattes et lui retire son minishort. Son cul est tout bronzé aussi. Ça changera Marc et Hervé de nos trois culs blancs. Pas de poils non plus hormis une mini touffe au dessus de son sexe (15/16cm x 4). Je le retourne et, en 69, je peux admirer sa rondelle légèrement boursouflée. Quand je lui dis que cette dernière semble avoir servie il y a peu de temps, il m'avoue s'être fait démonter vite fait par Paco pendant qu'il préparait son sac pour venir. Mon puis mes doigts rentrent facilement. Je lui en fais la remarque et il m'assure que se faire défoncer le cul au minimum deux fois par jour par la bite de Paco, ça formate. Je lui demande s'il fait des exercices de musculation de son sphincter, il est étonné et ne voit pas ce que je veux dire par là. Après explications, il est partant pour essayer. En attendant je prends une kpote sur la table de nuit et l'enfile. Heureusement que je suis super excité sinon la taille XL utile à Paco risquerait de glisser. Juan est super partant et il recule de lui-même pour s'emmancher sur ma bite. Je suis rassuré. Son trou est souple mais colle bien à ma queue. Quand je lui demande se serrer son trou, je me sens pris au plus près. Il apprécie mes coups de rein et laisse échapper des gémissements caractéristiques de la chose. Nous sommes tellement pris à nous faire du bien que nous n'entendons pas son mec entrer. Je ne m'en aperçois que quand son corps se colle à mon dos et que sa bite s'enfonce en moi. Juan en levrette se retourne alors que j'ai cessé tout mouvement dans son cul le temps que le mien s'habitue à ce qu'il prend facile tous les jours. Il est tout content que son mec nous ait rejoints et se redresse pour lui tendre ses lèvres. Ils le lèchent le museau. J'interromps ce moment de tendresse quand je me remets à basculer mon bassin. Juan me trouve plus gros dans son cul. Paco par-dessus mon épaule lui dit que c'est le deuxième effet Kiss Kool !

Je suis bien, la prise en sandwich est trop bonne. Ça titille mes cotés Actif comme Passif. Paco me tue littéralement et m'envoi au 7ème ciel avec son gros gland qui frotte ma prostate à chaque passage. J'ai le plaisir de sentir Juan juter sous mes derniers coups de boutoir. Paco se retire de moi, jette sa kpote et va s'enfoncer dans la gorge de son p"tit mec. Il lui lime les amygdales et se retire juste pour étaler sur la gueule quelques longs jets de sperme avant de renfoncer son gland dans sa bouche et de lui faire avaler le reste de sa production.

Quand nous retournons sur la terrasse, Marc et PH me demande alors comment j'avais trouvé le petit nouveau. Je les fais rire en leur disant qu'à 4 pattes il est encore plus bandant. Ernesto l'attrape et le jette dans l'eau. Il en sort un peu éberlué, peu habitué à ce genre de relation. Il est 15 h quand Paco nous sert le déjeuner. Nous nous mettons à l'heure Espagnole et faisons dériver les points fixes de la journée de plusieurs heures. Il nous régale de salades et de plats froids. Légers tout en étant chargés en protéines ce qu'il nous faut pour assurer notre forme.

Petite sieste réelle, la pleine chaleur n'est ni propice à la muscu ni au sexe. Au réveil, nous discutons avec Paco et Juan sur le programme des 3 semaines. Juan rit quand il m'entend énoncer baise/piscine/muscu/restauration/récupération et on remet ça.

Juan nous dit que nous pourrions aussi trainer dans les soirées organisées par certaines boites et café branchés. Nous serions assurés de trouver les nouvelles têtes. Il le sait par des copains à lui qui sont régulièrement invités. Marc lui demande si ses amis sont aussi mignons que lui. Paco qui entend ça, nous assure qu'ils sont tous aussi canons et qu'il avait eu tellement de mal à choisir qu'il ne se privait pas pour se faire, de temps en temps, des plans à 3 avec l'un d'eux. La première soirée sert à finir de se " caler ". Nous laissons Juan avec Marc et Hervé alors que nous trois profitons de la belle bite de son mec. En déplacement souvent ensemble, Marc et Hervé se sont mis à profiter ensemble des petits mecs qu'ils lèvent et nous même profitons de leur nouvelle complicité.

En attendant c'est aux 23,5 cm de Paco que nous nous attaquons. Comme quand on baise avec Pablo, ce plan à 4 va me permettre de me faire enculer par du lourd en même temps que mon PH adoré. Dans ces cas là, ce qu'on aime le plus c'est de se mettre en 69 et que chacun de nous se fasse emmancher en même temps. Je me positionne donc au dessus de lui et coince ses jambes sous mes bras pour bien lui relever le cul et avale sa bite. De son coté, PH me tête la queue alors que je reste à 4 pattes. C'est la bite d'Ernesto qui entre dans mon champ de vision et qui se met à dilater l'anneau de mon amour. Dans le même temps il doit voir ma rondelle s'ouvrir sous la pression du gland de Paco que je sens entrer en moi. Quand Ernesto tape le fond du cul de PH il m'enfonce en même temps sa bite au fond de ma gorge. Je me recule un peu et achève un peu brutalement de me faire enculer. Un petit temps pour régler le tempo de chacun et nous prenons tous les 4 du plaisir. Je fais à Paco le coup de frein inopiné alors qu'il met tous son coeur à me pénétrer. D'où un étranglement de PH que ma bite lui provoque en se bloquant tout au fond de sa gorge Ses incisives en marquent mon bas ventre ! Je relâche la pression et j'entends Paco me dire qu'il va falloir que j'enseigne ça à Juan, que c'était réel trop bon.

Je sens la bite de mon PH prise de spasme. Il va bientôt me juter dedans ! Mais il arrive à se calmer et ce n'est pas pour tout de suite. De mon coté les va et vient puissant de Paco dans mon cul et les passages répétés de son gland sur ma prostate m'excitent bien. C'est même plus agréable au retrait vu la forme de son gland à gros rebord type " champignon ". a force, il réussit à me faire décoller et j'explose dans la bouche de PH. Automatiquement mon anus pulse et ses contractions répétées ont raison de la résistance de Paco et il remplit sa kpote, fermement accroché à mes hanches. Alors qu'il me lime plus calmement, façons " récupération après l'effort ", je sens ma bouche se remplir du jus de PH. J'avale pour ne pas en gâcher une goutte mais garde ses deux dernières éjaculations pour les partager avec lui et Ernesto. Je vois ce dernier se retirer du cul de mon mec alors qu'il a déjà commencé à juter et achève de se vider sur son visage et son torse. J'avale un peu du sperme de PH que j'avais en bouche pour pouvoir aspirer un peu du sien. De son coté, PH ouvre grand la bouche pour en récupérer lui aussi. Par un roulage de pelle à trois langues, nous échangeons les spermes récupérés et Ernesto n'est pas le dernier à lécher les traces blanches qui zèbrent nos visages. Paco en reste sur le cul de nous voir aussi complices.

Après un bon 1/4 d'heure de récup, nous rejoignons les autres. Ils ont pris leur temps et Hervé et Marc sont encore dans Juan quand nous arrivons. Ils profitent de son petit format pour se le faire à la " broche ". Marc est planté dans son cul alors qu'Hervé se fait le fond de sa gorge et de temps en temps ils interrompent leurs va et vient et le tournent, une fois sur le ventre, une fois sur le dos et de temps en temps ils le boquent sur le coté. Paco rebande à la vue de son petit mec sauté comme cela. Comme on ne peut pas le laisser comme ça, PH se penche et embouche une nouvelle fois son gros gland. Je m'y mets et la tête en arrière lui mange les couilles alors qu'Ernesto s'occupe de sa rondelle. On fait si bien qu'il est tout prêt à juter quand Marc et Hervé prennent leur plaisir. On le relâche et il explose, envoyant son sperme sur le dos de son mec.

Petite récupération et après une rapide douche, plongeons dans la piscine pour se rafraichir une dernière fois avant le dodo.

Jardinier

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