My German Lover, Part 24 chapter 2

Later that morning, and since they had finished working on their assignment, Philippe looked at François and said:

"...What do you do this afternoon?"

"Nothing... Why?"

"We could go to the parc Monceau (Monceau Park)... have something to eat over there... I have a few Francs on me..."

"So do I..."

"What do you say?"

"Why not! ... let's go then..."

At that, the two friends left the library and started walking towards the parc Monceau...

Once they got there, François looked around and, mesmerized by the beauty of the park he said:

"Wow! It's beatiful here... I've never seen anything like that before..."

"You've never been here before?", Philippe asked his friend....

"No."

"I think it's the most beatiful park in Paris... and it's so romantic...", Philippe answered, looking at François...

"And I suppose you bring all your girlfriends over here, for a romantic wakl...", François answered, grinning...

"...I don't have a girlfriend... but I brought you here, didn't I?"

"...A guy like you? No girlfriend? Oh come on, pal..."

"What do you mean... "a guy like me", huh?"

"I mean... you're so good-looking... you must have lots of grilfriends..."

"Really... I don't! What about you?"

"Me? Nah! And anyway, they don't look at me!"

"Why do you say that? You're very attractive...", Philippe answered, looking at François with a nice smile on his face...

"You're telling me that just to make me feel good..."

"No no... I'm sincere..."

"Hey: Why don't we sit down over there..."

"Where?", Philippe asked...

"Over there...", François answered, showing to Philippe a very nice and quiet spot...

"Good idea..."

They walked the short distance to the spot François had chosen... then François laid down on his back on the lawn...

Philippe laid down right next to him...

Philippe was laying so close to him, François could feel his body heat. Their legs were slightly touching, and François could clearly hear Philippe's breathing...

As Philippe began to slowly stretch his body, his shirt came up and revealed his perfectly shaped abs...

François didn't want to stare at his friend's perfectly sculpted body, but he couldn't help himself and on a few occasions, he tried to catch a glimpse or two of his friend's gorgeous body. Philippe was so beatiful!

Laying there so close to Philippe was having quite an effect on François... and he felt a stirring in his own pants...

And of course, before long, he had a hardon!

Not wanting Philippe to notice the outline of his hard dick in his pants, François moved his body and turned to lay down on his stomach. His cock was practically leaping out of his pants, and he could feel himself sweating. His heart was thumping so loudly, he was afraid Philippe could hear it...

"...It's really so beatiful over here...", François suddenly said, to break the silence between the two of them...

"Yeah! I'm glad you like it... (...) "So, were you serious when you said you have no girlfriend?", Philippe asked, grinning...

"Yes", François answered, rolling his eyes, grinning...

Philippe moved his body to lay on his right side and, looking at François with his irresistible blue eyes, he asked:

"Why?"

"I think you can figure out why, if you put your mind to it...", François answered...

"...There you go again..."

"Huh?"

"yeah yeah... and you find it cure. You've already told me that...", François answered, laughing...

"It's true..." (...) "So you think I can figure out by myself why you don't have a girlfriend, huh?"

François shrugged, then nodded... "Yeah!", he finally answered.

The next few minutes were spent in silence... and François could sense Philippe was staring at him... "Stop that", he mentally commanded him!

"...Don't tell me I'm blushing again: I know!", François suddenly said... "And it's all your fault..."

"Oh yeah?" Philippe said, laughing... "My fault, huh?"

At that, Philippe moved with blinding speed, forcing François to turn over to his back... then, Philippe tackled him and wrestled him...

François was taken by surprise, and couldn't tell quickly enough what Philippe was doing: Before he knew it, Philippe was right on top of him... and François was no longer in a position to put up a fight!

They both lay there, laughing... and since Philippe was right on top of him, François wondered if it wasn't his friend's hard dick he was feeling, pressing up against his own crotch...

Was Philippe really sporting a hardon? François was fairly certain he could feel it... but wasn't one hundred percent sure...

Then... they stopped laughing and just stared at each other for a while, panting...

"...So... Are you gonna tell me now, smartass?", Philippe finally asked...

François stared into his friend's beatiful eyes, gave a quick, nervous laugh and answered:

"No!"

"...Oh you... you don't intend to make it easier for me, do you?", Philippe said, grinning, looking down at François with an absolutely magnetic stare...

François didn't answer this time, but a small smile curled his lovely lips...

Philippe slowly leaned his head... and François suddenly started to feel his friend's hot breath on his lips. God! He wanted Philippe so much! And his scent smelled so sencuous...

Then, François felt Philippe's soft, warm lips brush against his own ever so slightly...

He quivered, and all his fears dissipated when Philippe moved in for a longer kiss...

François totally surrendered to his gorgeous friend when Philippe's lips caressed his: It was the most sensual and erotic sensation he had ever experienced! And he moaned, when Philippe began grinding his very hard dick over his crotch! Oh yeah, Philippe was hard alright!

A wonderful heat enveloped them, as the kiss intensified...

Philippe's tongue slowly made its way into his friend's mouth and found his tongue.

Now, François was completely lost in the passion of the kiss, and as their lips lokded, he wrapped his arms around his friend's back and pulled Philippe closer to him, to press his body against his own...

Through the thin fabric of Philippe's shirt, François began to massage his strong back muscles, and their kiss intensified some more, their tongues engaged in a sweet struggle...

Their kiss lasted for what seemed like hours, and François could feel his precum flowing out of his hard dick like a river inside his pants...

When their lips finally parted, Philippe looked down at François and softly said:

"...I guess I've got my answer..."

"I guess you have, haven't you?", François answered, grinning...

"... Do you know what François? I'm in love with you! (...) I've been in love with you since the first day I saw you in class..."

"... And do you know what Philippe: I'm in love with you too! But before we go too far, I must tell you something important... that may change the way you feel about me..."

"How could that be?", Philippe asked, puzzled.

François tenderly pushed Philippe off of him, and forced him to lay down on his side, right next to him. Both of them were now layind down on the lawn on their sides, facing each other...

"...I must tell you about something very... personal... and if, after you've heard me out, you decide not to go further with me... I'll understand, I swear to you I will..."

For a few seconds, François kept staring at his blue-eyed friend, and it's in those blue eyes that he found the courage so speak up.

Then, François told Philippe about Foucarde, and the beating he had gone through... and about the consequences...

"...They had to do that, in order to save my life!", François finally explained to his friend... (read my previous story "The Beating", Part 23, chapter 1...).

Philippe could see tears in his friend's eyes and after a long moment of silence, he said:

"...Whatever they did to you François... you're still alive... and you're here with me today... that's all that counts... and if you think that could change the way I feel about you... you're dead wrong mister! But I sure wish I could put my hands on that Foucarde! Oh shit, he wouldn't like the experience..."

François grinned and answered:

"Oh... Don't worry about that... He was taken care of..."

"Good!(...) Is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Don't you think that's enough?", François answered...

"...For you, sure! I understand it's terrible... But as I said, for me, it doesn't change anything....