My German Lover, Part 27, chapter 3

My stare went up his perfectly sculpted body, and when my eyes met his, I started blushing, wondering if he had caught me checking out his gorgeous body…

« …Come on dude », he said, tossing the speedos to me…

It was no longer possible for me to delay the inevitable! I had to find a way out… and had to think fast. Real fast!

« Yeah », I answered, a little unsteadily… « Only problem is… I need to take a crap before I change… » I said, as I reached forward to take the offered trunks from his gorgeous tanned hand. My fingers brushed his and again, a hot bolt of electricity passed through me… « You have a bathroom around here? » I asked, trying to think of a reason to go some place else to give my cock a chance to soften…

« …Oh sure! » he answered, grinning… « Right to your left… »

« Thanks! », I answered… almost running to the bathroom with the speedos in my hand…

Once in the bathroom, I sat on the toilet, and started thinking about the worst things that had ever happened to me in the past… and it didn’t take long before my dick started to soften. « Thank God! », I thought to myself…

Once my dick had gone placid… I flushed the toilet then quickly changed and went back to the main room where Michel was waiting for me… He looked at me, only wearing my speedos and my T-shirt…

« So? », he asked…

I grinned at him, then pulled off my T-shirt in one movement, revealing my slender and nicely defined body to him. I’m no bodybuilder, but for a guy my age, well… I thought I didn’t look too bad! And now that my dick was placid, I wasn’t shy to show him my firm chest and toned abs…

He checked me out… then winked and said :

« Perfect!… »

« Yeah » I answered, smiling… holding my breath and hoping my dick wouldn’t play tricks on me again…

« …You have a well toned body for a young guy like you… Do you mind if I ask you how old you are?», he asked… 

“Seventeen…”

“Un-huh… well… I’m sure all the girls in Montréal must be lusting after you… » he answered, laughing…

Was he testing me or what? I wasn’t sure, so I decided to laugh it off and said : « Well, you look pretty stunning yourself in your speedo… all the girls around here will be falling for you today…»

He looked down at his trunks… then grinned and said : « Yeah well… I’m afraid this pair is a little skimpy on me now… that’s the reason why I don’t wear them anymore… I don’t like to give a show, you know… but I guess they’ll do for today. Anyway, let’s go dude… I don’t want to be late on the job… »

We walked back to the pontoon, where another G.O. was waiting in the boat. Michel looked at the guy and said :

« Hey! You’re early this morning… »

« Yeah! », the G.O. answered, grinning.. « I didn’t stay late last night at the disco, so I was up early this morning… »

« Same for me… », Michel answered, before he introduced me to his friend…

« Jack, huh? Nice to meet you… »

« Mark here is going to drive the boat for us today… », Michel explained to me.

« Cool! », I said, flashing Mark a friendly smile…

Mark looked at my blue bracelet and said :

« …Spending the day with us, huh? »

« Yeah… I like waterskiing… »

« Good. We’re gonna have fun today », he answered « and you’re gonna be our first client! »

« Fine with me! », I replied, smiling…

« …We’re gonna give you a long ride… », Michel said to me… « But when other G.Ms. start arriving, we’ll have to give them rides too… »

« G.M.? What’s that? »

« Gentils Membres » (Friendly Members…). That’s how we call our clients at Club Med… », Michel answered, with a nice smile on his beautiful face… « So when I make you this sign, just let go of the handle and drop into the water… We’ll pick you up, and you can stay with us in the boat until your next ride, okay? »

« …Thanks dude, I appreciate… »

« Anything for you mate… you’re cool… », Michel answered, with his adorable smile… « Oh… and just call me Mike, will you?… That’s how my friends call me… Is Jack your real name, or your nickname? »

« …It’s my nickname », I answered… « My real name is Jacques… but all my friends call me Jack… »

« Right! », Mike answered, grinning… « Ready? »

« Yup! »

And seconds later, I was on my skis, holding on a handle fitted at one end of the long rope attached to the powerboat, being pulled along at full speed by the boat…

At first, I was skiing with two skis… but as I gained confidence, I let go of one of them, placing my free foot into another binding behind the main one.

I began to control my direction by balancing my weight on different sides of my ski and soon, I began to zip back and forth behind the boat…

Later on, I saw Mike in the boat making me his sign… and as we had agreed, I let go of the handle and dropped into the water…

The boat turned around to get me and when it stopped to allow me to embark in it, I saw Mike dip into the water…

Minutes later, he was swimming towards me, smiling…

« Ahhhh… That’s refreshing… It’s so hot today…the heat is nearly unbearable », he said to me… « Hey Jack! You’re good! Did you like the ride? »

« I loved it, thanks! », I answered, as we were swimming towards the boat…

« Well… that was only your first ride of the day… but don’t worry, you’ll have many more rides before the day is over… »

At that, Mike grabbed the side of the boat and easily raised himself out of the water, not even waiting for the driver to give him a hand…

Of course, as he was doing so, I had a perfect view of his wet, nice full butt… and when his speedo slipped down his bum just a bit, I got a very nice view of his arse crack, the rest clearly visible through the thin fabric of his wet trunks…

Shit! I said to myself… What a beautiful, muscular ass. What a sight! I just wished I could put my hands on those tight, compact ass cheeks…

Once inside the boat, Mike nonchalantly reached back with his hand to pull his trunks back up again, then turned to look at me and extended a hand to help me raise myself from the water…

I grabbed his hand and he quickly pulled me out of the water like if it was nothing…

When I got into the boat, I looked at him with a big smile on my face and said :

« Thanks dude… you’re quite strong… to pull a guy like me out of the water like you just did… I’m not a feather you know…”

Mike burst out laughing and asked:

“How much do you weigh?”

“165 pounds… and I’m 5’11”…

“Yeah well… that’s what I do all day long you know, pulling people out of the water… and let me tell you some are rather chubby… not fit like you are…”, he answered, laughing…

« Yeah », I answered, smiling… looking at his wet, luscious lips… then at his broad shoulders and well tanned and toned body…

« Here… », he said, tossing a towel to me…

« Thanks », I answered, again trying my best not to stare at his muscular body… and taking all my time with the towel, hiding my crotch and trying to will my goddamn cock soft…

« …Don’t forget to apply some sunscreen lotion. You’re tanned, but it’s important to protect ourselves… » he said, looking at me…

« Shit! My lotion is in my backpack, back at your Case… », I answered…

« Here pal… use mine… », he replied, giving to me his sunscreen lotion… « and don’t forget to put some lotion after each ride. I use a lot of that stuff, and I never got sunburned… »

« Yeah…and you have a nice tan too », I answered, grinning…

Now that my dick had gone soft again, I put my towel aside took the lotion and began to apply some all over my body. However, when I tried to do my back, Mike saw I was struggling to reach behind me…

« Here… let me give you a hand with your back… and after you’re done, you’ll do mine, okay? », Mike said…

« Yeah », I answered, smiling at him…

He took the sunscreen lotion from me, put some into his strong hands and started applying it on my shoulders… then all over my back and my sides…

I loved the feeling of his strong hands over my body… They felt so caressing and smooth… and he was doing a great job, almost giving me a massage…. We were not in a hurry, so he took all his time to spread the lotion evenly, making sure every spot on my back was well covered.

As he began applying the lotion down on my back, he pulled on my speedos to smear some under the waistband…

« …Nice butt you have dude… », he said to me, laughing… « Just teasing you… »

« Don’t forget you’re next! », I answered, laughing too… « You’ll pay! »

My cock was now starting to make my speedos bulge at the front… and then, I felt the end of my dick where it was rubbing on my speedos getting damp : Shit! Precum was leaking out of my piss slit onto my speedos already. Thank God the speedo I’m wearing is black, I observed to myself : It will be less noticeable…

Then I heard Mike say :

«You’re done mate… my turn now… »

I turned to look at him, took the lotion from his hand and said :

« Now turn… »

As he was about to turn, I dropped the slippery bottle of lotion on the floor of the boat…

« Oops! », I said, as I leaned down to pick it up…

And when I started to raised back, I made eye contact with Mike’s crotch : He’s bulge looked pleasantly plump! In fact, he had a sizeable bulge in his speedos, and I could see the fabric was stretched to its limit… Was his dick in a half-hard state? I wasn’t really sure, since having seen him naked at his Case, I already knew that even in its placid state, his dick was quite big…

But just the thought of him being half-hard made my dick lurch again. Shit!

Then Mike turned and again, I looked at his toned back, his gorgeous butt and his muscular, tanned legs…

I put some lotion in my hands, and began to slowly apply it all over his strong shoulders, as I caressed his back smoothly. I did to him exactly what he had done to me… I went slowly… and the feel of his skin against my hand was rapture! And what do you think happened to my dick? Yeah, that’s it!

But knowing he couldn’t see me, I kept going and slowly made my way down on his back… and then, with one hand, I pulled at his speedos to smear some lotion under the waistband… just as he had done to me…

« Ummmm… nice arse dude… nice! », I said, laughing my heart out… and so was he!

Seconds later I had finished my job and as he was about to turn, I grabbed my towel to wipe the lotion off my hands… and to cover and hide my hardon…

Mike then turned, and quickly grabbed his own towel… to wipe his hands…

I had time to give his crotch a quick peak though, before he could grab his towel, and could see his dick had started to swell…

« …Thanks pal… », he said to me, wiping away the lotion from his hands with his towel and thus… hiding his crotch from my view…

As our boat got near to the pontoon, he looked at the few people standing there, then looked back at me and, with a big smile on his face, he said :

« It’s your lucky day… not too many G.Ms. today… so we’ll give each one of them a ride, then it’s your turn again…

I was beaming…

He later explained to me many G.Ms. had gone that day on a tour of Fort-de-France… so the Club was pretty quiet…

« …They will be back later tonight… », he said…

And so before dinner time, I had a chance to make a few rides, as new clients were becoming scarce…

Then, at the end of one of my rides, Mike made his usual sign to me. Again, I let go of the handle and dropped into the warm water… Then the boat came to pick me up… and when I made it into the boat Mike said :

« …Dinner time… Come with me… »

We went ashore and Mark, our driver, said : « See you later, guys… »

« Yeah… », Mike and I answered, smiling at the guy…

We put our T-shirts and our shorts on, and walked to the main restaurant, located on a very spacious and superb terrace that looks out onto a very attractive part of the white-sand beach…

There was a large Creole buffet featuring all kinds of food… from spit-roasted meat to grilled fish and chicken Trinidad, just to name a few…

Among other things, I took some duck cutlet with pineapple and the fricasseed crayfish… and some good wine too…

There were a few structures scattered all around the place : Each one of them had four pillars, supporting a small roof… to protect the dinners from the sun. And under each structure, six to seven tables were dressed and clients were free to choose where to sit. I looked around with my plate and a glass of wine in my hands, to look for Mike. Then, I saw him under one of the structures, waving at me… I smiled at him, to let him know I had seen him... then walked over to join him. And of course, he had chosen the best spot, as the structure under which he was waiting was located right next to the beach and the Sea…

« Hey! », I said to him, as I reached our table… Nice spot! »

« The best », he answered, grinning… And as I sat right next to him at our empty table, he looked at my plate and started to laugh…

« What? », I said…

« Don’t eat too much pal… and don’t drink to much either… if you want to come back waterskiing after dinner… »

« Don’t worry dude… you won’t get rid of me so easily… I’m here until midnight, tonight… »

« Good… So we’ll have some fun tonight at the disco huh? »

« Are you going to be there? », I asked my golden-blond haired friend…

« Sure! (…) And I’m off tonight… »

« What do you mean you’re off? »

« Well… we have a schedule, so all the G.Os. know when they are on duty at the discotheque… When on duty there, we have to mingle with the clients and entertain them, dancing with them… things like that, you know… And like I said, I’m off tonight… I’m free to do whatever I want and I won’t have to entertain the clients… », he answered, while eating his food…

« … Including me, huh? »

Mike raised his eyes from his plate to look at me with his striking blue eyes and said :

« You? I don’t consider you to be a client… more like a friend… I mean… »

I looked at him with a big smile on my face. Was he blushing or what? Anyway… he was so gorgeous… so good-looking… again, my blood was rushing…

« Thanks dude… », I answered, giving him a pleasant smile. “I’m glad we meet… (…) So Mike : Where are you from? »

« Lyon… »

« I have an uncle who lives there… nice city… »

« It’s true… you said you were born in France… »

« …In Paris. And all my uncles, all my aunts… my cousins live in France…

« …Do you have brothers and sisters back in Montréal? »

« Only one brother. Robert. he’s three years older than me… and you? »

« I have a sister. She’s two years older than me… »

« Nice! » I answered, grinning… 

We took our time to eat our meal, not only because the food was succulent… but also because I wanted to take the time to soak up the unique and beautiful surroundings… and to learn more about Mike… my handsome new friend…

I was looking at the white-sand beach, at all the coconut trees… and at the clear, calm, turquoise water… Then, looking at Mike I said :

« Yup! This place is magnificent… »

« …Yes… I love working here… the only thing missing around the place is a swimming pool! I think it’s one of the very few Club Med village not to have a swimming pool… and I miss it, since I really don’t like to train in the ocean, with the salt water and all… »

« I know what you mean… We don’t have a pool at my house, but they have a big one at Bagatelle… and since I’m staying there for a while I train in that pool everyday… You could come there to train with me if you like… »

« …I don’t even know the owners of the Plantation… »

« But I do », I answered with a big smile on my face. « And I know Will and Paul would be glad if you would come… »

« …I don’t know… »

« Are you apprehensive cause you know the owners are gay? », I asked…

« No no… not at all… », Mike answered, with a nice smile on his face… « That didn’t even cross my mind… No… it’s just that I wouldn’t like to impose myself upon them… »

« That’s all? (…) Don’t worry… After dinner, I’ll give Will and Paul a call, to see how they feel about that… »

« Okay then… We’ll see… »

So after dinner, we walked to the reception desk, where I made the call. Mike walked away, so I would feel free to talk to Will and Paul… And as I had thought… they were glad to hear I had made myself a new friend… and told me he was most welcome at the Plantation…

I walked back to Mike, who was still waiting for me… and with a big smile on my face, I told him :

« We can start training tomorrow if you want! Will and Paul told me you are most welcome at the Plantation… »

« …You sure? »

« I swear to you… »

« Cool », Mike answered, giving me the same mischievous grin that I was giving him… « Hey… Time to go back to the boat… »

« Shit yeah… Let’s go… », I answered…

As we were walking towards the pontoon we saw a short line of clients, waiting there…

« …It won’t be long with them… and after we’ve given each of them a good ride, it’s gonna be your turn pal… and I’ll give you the ride of your life! »

« …The ride of my life, huh? », I answered, giving Mike a sexy grin…

« That’s not what I meant, you silly », he answered, blushing…

« Just kidding… », I answered, laughing…

And indeed that afternoon, he gave me the ride of my life! And so I spent most of the afternoon waterskiing, and at the end of my last ride, Mike told me :

« That’s it for the day pal… If you want, come with me at my case… we’ll take a shower, then we could go for a drink at « La tour du Port… »… What do you say? »

« La tour du Port? », what’s that? »

« It’s the round building you see over there, right next to the Sea… the one that looks like a windmill… There’s a bar over there, and that’s where we all gather at the end of the day, to have a beer… »

« Sure! That would be fun! »

So we went back to his case… and Mike said :

« You go first in the shower… I’ll take mine after you… »

« Thanks! », I said… 

After my shower, I went back to the main room with my towel wrapped around my waist. Mike was sitting on his bed, only wearing his speedos… reading a magazine… He looked up at me and with a grin on his face, he said :

« Feels good, huh? »

« Sure does! », I answered…

« Now my turn… »

Mike got up from his bed and in no time pulled down his speedos… once more revealing to me his beautiful dick and big, smooth balls…

Shit the guy was gorgeous!

And again, I tried hard not to stare at his well-defined body… but couldn’t help stealing a glance or two at his strong pecs, his nice six pack, chunky biceps… and at his crotch…

« Here », Mike said to me, tossing to me the magazine he had been reading… « Have a look while I take my shower… »

« Thanks dude », I answered, taking the magazine from his hand…

Mike turned and walked to the shower stark naked, right in front of me… like if it was the most normal thing to do. Oh yeah? Well… as normal as it may be, my dick didn’t see it that way, and it started to swell under my towel… and so, I quickly sat on Mike’s bed and began looking at his magazine. 

It was a sports magazine… and most of the articles were about swimming teams… or polo teams… with pictures of almost naked guys… ready to dive or smiling at the camera after a victory or another… Real good-looking guys… with well-defined bodies…

Looking at those pictures didn’t help my dick to soften… so I stopped looking at them, and started looking at the wall in front of me, where Mike’s roommate had pinned his nude posters. And of course, looking at those nude women did the trick, since before long my dick started to soften. Of course, I knew by then I wasn’t bisexual… but exclusively gay!

Then I started listening to the sound of Mike singing in the shower, badly…

« You’re out of tune »… I shouted to him, laughing…

I heard him laugh from the shower…

« Hey ! I’m not Pavarotti you know… », Mike answered from the shower… laughing…

Hearing that, I got up from his bed and with a falsetto voice I started to sing « La donna è mobile », from the opera « Rigoletto »…

The sound of Mike turning off the water in the shower made me sing louder… Then I heard Mike shout :

« Hey! You’re worst than me! Is that possible? You’re no Maria Callas, you know? Stop that… I can’t take it anymore…», he said, laughing…

« Ohhhhh… I’m hurt… », I answered, laughing… 

« Shut up! It’s terrible! »

As I was laughing my heart out, Mike got out of the shower and walked back into the main room, with his towel wrapped around his waist…

« Shit », he said, laughing… « That was bad… real bad pal… »

« I know… », I answered, still laughing…

With one hand, Mike wiped away the water dripping from his golden-blond curly hair, adjusting his towel with the other…

« Next, I was thinking about signing to you « La Marseillaise »… wouldn’t you like that? », I asked, laughing….

« Please… don’t! »

And what do you think I did? Of course, with my falsetto voice, I began singing :

« Allons enfants de la Patrie… le jour de gloire est arrivé… »

I didn’t have time to sing the next phrase… for Mike moved with blinding speed, tackling me and wrestling me to the floor. As he was stronger than me, I went down without being able to put up much of a fight…

« Smartass… », Mike said to me, laughing…

We both lay there, laughing… He was right on top of me… and I’m sure he was able to feel my hardon. It had a sense of “déjà vu” to me. For a second, my mind flew back to Montréal and I started to think about the night Richard had wrestled me in my bed. So long ago, it seemed. And now, was I living a dream come true or another nightmare? No, it wasn’t a nightmare. Was Mike sporting a hardon too? I was almost certain I could feel his solid manhood along my throbbing dick… but because of the towels between us, I wasn’t really sure!

Then… we stopped laughing and just stared at each other, panting. 

I looked back into Mike’s beautiful blue eyes… God! I’d never felt this strongly for a guy before… not even for Richard. That was more than a little unnerving. Was I falling in love again?

The heat of his chest against mine was almost unbearable… The feel of his skin against mine was rapture…

« He’s too damn adorable », I said to myself…

My hard cock was practically leaping out of my towel, and I could feel myself sweating. My heart was thumping so loudly I was sure Mike could hear it. I just stood there… staring into his liquid blue eyes…

We stayed like that for a few seconds…staring into each others eyes. Then Mike grinned and said:

«Um… guess we’ve got to get dress then go for our beers huh? »

He got up… and I answered:

« Sure. Good idea dude! »

I hopped up off the floor and sat on his bed where I did my best to will my cock down a little…

Mike stretched his arms above his head with all of his muscles flexed, then said :

« … Now… what am I going to wear? »

He walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer… 

I had to turn my head, not to look at him… and my eyes went to the posters on the wall… But I couldn’t help it… and kept stealing glances at Mike…

Suddenly, Mike loosened and then slowly dropped his towel, exposing his nice, now almost flaccid dick dropping from his blond, neatly trimmed pubes against his two smooth, heavy balls…

And of course, once again I couldn’t help but to give him quick peaks… to look at his well tanned body… still a little damp from the shower…

What an athletic build, I thought to myself… Shit! This hunk was soooo hot! So irresistibly gorgeous!

Mike took a T-shirt from the drawer and looked at me. He ran his hand through his golden-blond locks and asked :

« What do you think about that T-shirt, huh? »

« Looks good to me… », I answered, grinning…

« Thanks pal! », Mike answered, smiling at me. Then he put his briefs on, then a pair of white shorts…

They were fitting perfectly over his bubble butt and hard, firm thighs…

I walked over to my backpack, took a fresh T-shirt, my briefs and a pair of shorts out of it… then turned to change… as I didn’t want Mike to see my hardon…

I think I’ve never changed so fast in my life… and before Mike could realize it… I was dressed, making sure my long T-shirt was covering my crotch… and my hardon…

I turned to look at Mike and asked :

« What do you think of my T-shirt? And don’t say it doesn’t look good on me… cause that’s the only one I have with me here… »

Mike laughed and said :

« Don’t worry… it looks good on you… and anyway, anything would look good on you… »

« …From a dude like you… I’ll take it as a compliment… », I answered, laughing…

« I’m serious… », Mike answered, giving me his most beautiful smile…

I looked at him, with a grin on my face. And of course, I looked at his body…

His well defined smooth, firm chest and toned abs could be seen through the T-shirt he was wearing… And of course, I didn’t miss his stocky and muscular legs…

« You look pretty good yourself, you know… », I answered… 

« Nah! », he answered, laughing… « Ready? »

« Sure! », I replied…

So we walked to the « La tour du Port », and sat at a table, facing the beautiful, calm turquoise Sea…

« Want a beer? », I asked Mike…

« Do you have tickets? », he asked me…

« Sure do! », I answered, grinning…

I went to the bar, and bought two « Lorraines »… the local, delicious beer…

« There you go… », I said to Mike, as I gave him his beer…

« Thanks, pal… the next ones are on me! », he answered…

It didn’t take long before Mike’s friends joined us… and he introduced me to all of them.