My German Lover, Part 27, chapter 4

I leaned onto him and started to explore his beautiful body with my tongue and began to work my way down, first kissing and licking his beautiful nipples… My mouth went to his left nipple. I took it in my mouth and at first, I sucked on it… then just a little harder. I bit down oh so lightly on it and that made his dick throb even more.

Then I went to his right nipple. While he grabbed my hair, I began working it like it had never been worked before or so I hoped, nibbling and chewing it.

I then kissed my way down to his belly button… then began to breathe against his cock. I rubbed my lips against it. I smiled as I saw he was oozing so much… and I stuck my tongue to hungrily lapp his precum. I heard a faint moan escape his lips. To my surprise I loved the taste of his sweet nectar… but then I thought I shouldn’t be surprised, cause I love everything about him!

Then I began licking the head of his dick and I smiled when I heard him moan in pleasure…

With my other hand, I started playing with his loose low hanging ball sack. Like me, he was obviously shaving his balls cause they felt so smooth in my hand…

Then I went to lick and sweet kiss his smooth balls and I grinned when I heard him moan even louder then before. It was his turn to squeal with delight…

I went back to his enormous dick, pulsating against his stomach. I smiled to myself, thinking of how many women would lust after such a gorgeous cock. But he was mine. All mine!

I wrapped my hand around his hard throbbing dick and started to jerk him off…
He squealed raising his head digging his elbows into the sand under the towel. I looked up into his sky blue eyes as he was looking down at me. I gave him a lovely smile then leaned a bit and stuck out my tongue, touching the underside of his boner. I licked it and then I liked it again and again. With the tip on my tongue I dug into his pee-hole and heard him moan again…

“Oooooooo Jack… Shit! That feels so goooood…”, he said panting.

I was happy to hear him say that: for a beginner, I was not doing too bad it seemed! 

I planted my moist lips on top of his head and began licking away the sweet nectar he was oozing profusely.

Then I decided to go for it and took his dick into my hot mouth. Well, not all of his big dick, but anyway I took all I could! His boner was hard as a rock and Mike moaned when I started bobbing my head up and down working his stiffy, fumbling his nutsac simultaneously just as he had done earlier to me…

Mike reached and grabbed the side of my shoulders pulling himself up a bit more so he could witness what I was doing to him. I lovingly pinched his right ball and he groaned and gasped before I tugged his tight smooth nutsac.

I continued to bob my head up and down on his throbbing dick and heard him cry out :

« Oh fuck yes, yes, yes… »

And after a while, I heard him shout :

« Ohhhhhh…. I’m about to cum Jack… I’m almost there… »

For a second I froze, wondering if I would be able to swallow his cum. Could I? « Sure you can do that Jack », I said to myself.

With my tight lips around his throbbing dick, I began to bob faster and faster on his prick…

« I’m gonna shoot », Mike whispered feeling his cum boiling within his bowels.

« Mmm, mmm » I lightly moaned.

I felt his cock lurch and expand. He then shook and shouted before erupting like a fucking volcano deep inside the back of my eager mouth. I squeezed his balls gently to make him cum more, swallowing every drop of his hot cum as it spurted into my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised by his taste, his cum fresh and not too bitter. I just loved the awesome warmth within my mouth. And of course, I sucked him dry with him moaning and gasping. I was proud that I had swallowed his cum without gagging… and had loved the feeling!

When I finally let go of his dick I looked up at him with a big smile on my face…

« …Oh shit Jack! That felt sooooo good! Are you sure you’ve never done that before?, Mike asked with a satisfied grin on his face…

« Nope. Just learned from you… », I answered laughing…

« God! (…) You’re a fast learner Jack… », he answered, giving me the most sexy grin…

I was beaming in my mind!

I moved back to lay down on top of him and Mike tossed his strong arms around me, firmly wrapping around my upper back.

“…I love your beautiful green eyes…”, he whispered to me. I smiled and tilled my head to the side and moved it towards his and then, my full lips touched his…

I stucked my tongue inside his mouth and he shuddered and groaned when our tongues began to swirled. I kissed him tenderly, allowing him to taste his own sweet cum he had just emptied into my mouth.

“…Is that what you wanted Jack?”, he asked me when we broke our embrace…

“Oh God yeah!”, I answered, looking down into his beautiful blue eyes. “But I want more Mike. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want that so much Mike.”

I could feel his solid manhood along my throbbing dick, and I knew he was still very hard…

“…I don’t know about that Jack”, he answered, frowning… “I’m pretty big you know… and you’re still a virgin. I don’t want to hurt you, and beside we don’t have any lub…”

“…Oh yes we do”, I answered, beaming. With my right hand I reached for my backpack and retrieved a small tube labeled “KY Jelly” from it… “I came equipped… just in case”, I said chuckling…

Mike looked at the KY and grinned. Then he looked back at me and said:

“…That would help, but the first time it’s always painful you know…”

“I know Mike. I’ve read a lot about that. And I don’t believe it when guys say it didn’t hurt… or that the pain turned into pleasure after a second or two. I know that’s bull shit Mike and I know it’s going to hurt, but I want to do it. And I want to do it with you. Do you understand?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah!”, I answered, giving him a seductive smile. “I want to do it with you Mike!” He could see in my eyes I was telling him the truth.

We once again embraced in a passionate kiss and wrapped ourselves in each others arms. We went on french-kissing like that for a while and after a good amount of foreplay, Mike forced me to roll off of him and onto my back. He knelt between my parted legs and gave me that lovely smile. I smiled back at him. 

“I love you Jack”, he whispered…

“And so do I…”

At that, he lowered his upper half and his right hand gripped my dick. Then I felt my oozing prick enter his hot mouth. He started bobbing his head up and down and I gasped, running my hands through his golden-blond locks.

He then moved down to my balls and started licking and sweet kissing my ballsack. The sensations of his tongue and hot mouth on my balls were sending me into heaven!

After a while licking and kissing me like that, Mike lifted my legs over his shoulders, pushing them back until my knees touched my chest and shoulders. I could feel my heart beating rapidly. We were both staring at each other intently, waiting for the other one to say something…

I smiled at him and nodded. He smiled back at me and went back working his magic on my balls.

He then slowly slid his tongue to my asshole and before long, his tongue was against my pink ring, pushing in, forcing it open, wetting it and lubing it. I couldn’t help it but to moan in pleasure. It felt amazing and I was trying not to touch my cock as I was already close to cumming as it was.

When Mike began to pump my ass with his tongue I started to moan even louder then before, and felt my hole tightens upon his tongue. He was driving me wild and after a while I had to stop him, letting him know I was about to cum. He stopped and said:

“…Not yet babe. Not yet!”

He went back playing with my balls, licking and sucking on them for a while. He then took the KY and lubed his fingers. I tensed up a bit.

With my legs still lifted over his shoulders, he lubed my hole and very slowly worked one finger into it. He spoke softly to me, telling me how much he was in love with me. I started to relax a bit and I moaned as he slowly worked a second finger into it, probing slowly around. It started to feel good. Then he added a third finger and it hurt. I frowned but figured that once things would loosen up it would be fine. He looked at me and paused to allow me to adjust to the feeling of getting my ass stuffed with his fingers. I relaxed some more and nodded to him, telling him I was okay.

He gave me a loving smile and slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of my hole. As I got adjusted, it started to feel good again and when his fingertip began rubbing my prostate I uncontrollably let out a loud, long, and deep moan. The pleasure was not measurable. He was driving me absolutely crazy. My dick was as hard as ever and I was oozing profusely.

Mike continued to probe my asshole with his fingers for a few minutes then he slowly removed them from my now accommodating hole. I knew what was coming! I grabbed my ass cheeks, making sure they were completely separated. Mike smiled at me. I was ready.

Even though there was still some lubrication around my hole, Mike took the tube of KY Jelly, put a big glop of it in the palm of his hand and spread it generously in and all around my rosebud. Then he went to lub his hard oozing dick.

When I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole I suddenly tensed up. Mike looked at me:

“…Tell me if I’m hurting you. I will go slow…”, he softly said, looking into my eyes…

I nodded and gave him a tender smile.

He very slowly pushed his dick into my hole while I grimaced, sharply inhaled and groaned in pain.

He paused to allow me to adjust and asked:

“You hurt? You want me to take it out?”

The pain was immense but I knew I had to absorb it. I did my very best to put a small smile on my face and answered:

“…It’s not that bad. Just stay still for a sec… to let the pain pass…”

“Sure babe… You tell me when you’re ready…”, he replied, with a concerned look on his beautiful face.

Two or three minutes later I looked at him and said:

“…It’s okay now.”

I was still in pain but accepted it as Mike popped through my sphincter and very slowly inched his big dick up me. I didn’t stop him and he slowly progressed in while I took the pain that goes with being a virgin asshole. I winced and my young strong legs twitched on his shoulders.

I had read that getting your anal cherry popped was as painful and miserable for the ass hole as it is pleasurable for the guy who’s screwing you. I looked into Mike’s beautiful blue eyes and saw the elation. I saw the extreme pleasure I was giving him and felt good about that, even though I was still in pain. I wanted to pleasure him and that’s all that mattered to me now.

A few agonizing minutes later I loosened up enough and before I knew it he was hilted in me. Involuntarily, I flexed my ass muscles and I heard him moan: I looked at him and could see on his face he was enjoying it…

Again, Mike paused for a minute or two and asked:

“…Are you all right?”

“Don’t worry. I’m doing fine…”

How could I say that! I was feeling as miserable as he was feeling good and my face was screwed up in pain. But I had decided I would take it like a man and that’s what I did.

Thank God, after a while the pain did diminish. I was still experiencing some, but I wasn’t so bad. I looked at Mike with a tender smile on my face and in a soft voice I said:

“Go ahead Mike… I’m ready…”

He smiled back at me and started out fucking me slowly. Very slowly. I could see from his face he was enjoying fucking my tight ass.

I looked tenderly at him as he began to fuck me a little bit faster. He looked back at me stared into my eyes: he knew I was giving myself totally to him. He moaned, telling me how good it felt…

As he continued his thrusting, he leaned forward and our lips met. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and we started kissing passionately. And when I felt Mike throbbing dick frigging my prostate, for the first time I moaned in pleasure.

Was that possible? Was I really starting to like being fuck? After all the pain I had gone through? Well, although I couldn’t deny I was still feeling some pain, I couldn’t deny either that with each trust, he was bringing more pleasure to me.

My limp dick started to swell between the two of us, and before long I was hard again.

“You can go faster now if you want…”, I whispered into his ear…

Mike grinned down at me and quickened his pace. Soon, his dick was sliding in and out of my ass, with his balls slapping my ass cheeks. I could see he was crazed with passion: he was breathing loudly, and moaning louder then he had yet. And so was I, with my hard oozing dick hard press between our bodies…

As his dick kept hitting my love spot I started to feel my cum rise from my balls…

“…Oh shit Mike… I think I’m going to cum”, I shouted…

“Me too… I’ve been so close three times Jack. I was afraid to shoot. Do you want me to cum inside you?”, he asked gasping…

“Yesssssss”, I cried out as I felt my cum spurting between our naked bodies…

Mike’s rhythm became rapid and suddenly, after a few seconds he stopped, his body wracked by the intense orgasm that followed. 

“Oh yeah… oh yeah…”, he cried out as spurt after spurt of his cum filled my hot teenboy ass.

I felt him shoot time after time inside me and loved it. …

“Oh my God Jack… You feel sooooooo good!”

Both of us were panting… and when his spasms began to subside, Mike collapsed on top of me, gasping for air. Then he looked at me:

“…I love you Jack. I love you so much”, he whispered into my ear.

With my arms wrapped around his back we began kissing, tenderly basking in our afterglow, his softening cock still inside me.

After a while kissing, Mike pulled out of me and rolled to his side, looking at me with a loving smile…

“How do you feel?”, he asked with a sexy grin on his face…

“…Never felt better in my whole life!”, I answered, caressing his face with my hand. “Thanks Mike, for being so gentle with me…”

“Does it still hurt?”

“…Just a little.”, I answered, grinning… “But I don’t care. You made me feel so good Mike! It felt awesome to feel your dick massaging my prostate…”

A lovely smile crossed his face, then he said:

“…Glad to hear your first time was a pleasant one…”

“Oh shit yeah! And the next time will be even better…”

“Yeah!”, he answered, laughing… “But next time, you’ll have to fuck me too…”

“I sure will babe!”, I replied, laughing…

Later on, we went back into the Sea to clean our bodies… and eventually, we ate our lunch. We had lots of fun then just laid on the beach for hours in each others arms, exploring each other thoroughly.

As it was getting late, we got dressed and packed up the beach towel and other items.

I drove Mike back to Club Med and parked the car on the street near the Club Med main entrance. No one from the Club could see us there, since from the gate you have to walk quite a distance on a private road before you can even see the first building.

I turned across to look at Mike and said:

“Don’t forget our swim training tomorrow morning… I could pick you up…”

“Yeah”, he answered, smiling at me… “But we’ll have to start to train earlier tomorrow cause I’m working later… Could you be at the gate at… say… seven?”

“Hey: I could be here at five AM if that’s what you want…”, I answered laughing…

“Smartass! Seven will be fine!”, he answered, laughing too…

He then leaned over me and gave me a tender peck on the lips… and said:

“I love you Jack… Do you love me?”

“Huh? Didn’t I proved it to you today…”, I answered laughing…

“Yes you did. I just love it when you say you love me, that’s all…”, he answered, grinning

“Well, I love you mister! I love you a lot!”

He smiled and added: “At seven then…”

“Count on me babe…” I answered.

At that he got out of the car, smiled a dazzling grin… then walked over to the gate. A guard walked out of a small hut to check Mike’s identity. The guard nodded, then Mike turned to look at me and waved at me. I waved back at him then left.

When I got to Bagatelle, I was beaming. Paul looked at me and said:

“…From the look on your face I gather you and Mike had some fun today…”

“Yeah… I guess I can say that!”, I answered, laughing my heard out…

I started to go up the stairs to go to my room… then I stopped and looked down at Paul to say:

“Oh and Paul…”

“Yes…” he turned to look back up at me…

“Um… I’m no longer a virgin!”

“Ohhhhhhhh… I see you really had fun…”

“Yeah!”, I answered, still laughing. “A lot…”

I must say that at this point, I had totally forgotten about Richard. That’s not true. I had not forgotten about him. What I mean is that I was certainly no longer in love with him, and when I occasionally thought about him, it didn’t hurt at all. As I was e-mailing my brother Robert quite often I told him one day about that and in his answer he told me he was glad about that.

During the spring Robert e-mailed me to let me know Richard had broken up with his girlfriend Marie Bergeron (AKA “The Slut”…) and I grinned, thinking about her. Poor Richard! I felt sorry for him, and as I wrote back to my brother, I only wished him the best. In one of his e-mails to my, Robert told me Richard wanted to have my e-mail address because he wanted to write to me. Robert asked me if I had a problem with that and I said I didn’t.

One night as I was going over my e-mails, I saw I had received one from Richard. I looked at the e-mail address and saw it had been sent from Brébeuf College in Montréal. Obviously, Richard didn’t have Internet at his home yet!

He wanted to know how I was doing and said he was missing me a lot. Of course he had other friends than me, but said it was not the same with them as it used to be between the two of us.

I confirmed to him I was finally “over him”and that finally, I was having fun in Martinique… but I didn’t tell him about Mike. I don’t know why. I guess I just didn’t want him to know I was madly in love with another guy while he was feeling bad, having been dumped the “the Slut”…

That night, I started to think about the fact that I had left Montréal seven months ago, and that since then, I had come a long way. I was no longer the same guy Richard had known, and I had to agree that over those few months, I had matured a lot. I was much more in control of my emotions now and had learned to think before acting. I was no longer acting like a child but like the adult I was fast becoming.

I think my parents saw the difference when they came to spend the Easter holidays in Martinique that year. They stayed for two weeks and while they were staying at our house, I went back to live there with them. We talked a lot. And of course I introduced Mike to them, and they loved him! They could see Mike was a serious guy and that he had a good influence on me.

I think they were very happy to see I was doing fine and as they were about to go back to Montréal, they even asked me if I wanted to stay at our house on my own, or preferred to go back to Bagatelle.

I said I wanted to go back to Bagatelle since I wasn’t a very good cook. As I told them, at Bagatelle I was being spoiled by Paul’s Chef and didn’t want to go back to hot dogs and hamburgers… They laughed and said they understood!

The day they were going back to Montréal, I drove them to the Airport and as we were about to say our good-byes, my dad looked at me and said:

“Here Jack: Take the keys to our house. Feel free to go there as often as you want. It’s up to you! We trust you…”

“Thanks dad. And don’t worry: I won’t burn the place down!”, I answered laughing…

Mike and I had established some kind of a routine: Each morning, I would drive to Club Med to pick him up there and we’d go back to Bagatelle to swim train. After our daily training, Mike would share breakfast with us and then, I would drive him back to the Club.

I think that at first he was a bit puzzled by the fact that quite often, Paul, Will, Lutz and Hans were speaking in German when they were together… and of course, he didn’t understand anything they were saying. For my part, I had started to learn German thanks to our old friends, and I was now able to understand most of what they were saying. Sometimes I would even venture to say a few words in German... but I knew I was making many mistakes. A lot of mistakes!

“… That’s how you learn how to speak a language”, Paul once told me… “First, you start to understand it, and later you start to speak it. Don’t worry if you make mistakes, we won’t laugh at you. It’s by making mistakes that you’ll learn. And maybe later you’ll learn how to write in German…”

“Yeah well it’s not for tomorrow…”, I answered, laughing…

Living at Bagatelle, I had a big advantage over Mike… since very often I was hearing my old friends speak German. Mike didn’t have that chance, and I guess he wasn’t very interested in learning that language. And since it was obvious Mike didn’t understand a word in German, it didn’t take long for my old friends to realized that and so, when he was with us, they made sure not to speak in German in front of him. I never asked Mike why he didn’t seem to be interested to learn how to speak German. Obviously he wasn’t, and I respected his decision. I knew he was good in English… and at the Club, I had heard him speak in Spanish with some of the clients… I guess he thought that speaking three languages was enough….

So anyway as I already said, each morning after our swim training, Mike and I had breakfast at Bagatelle and right after I would drive him back to the Club for his day work.

I had his schedule and knew when he was off. When he was, I would pick him up and we would spend the day or the evening at my house. We had fun. Lots of fun, if you see what I mean.

Time flew so fast… April and May came and went. Life was so perfect. And it was obvious to all that Mike and I were madly in love with each other. How many evenings did we spent talking… laughing… With each passing day, we were learning more and more about each other…Of course, sex was great, but there was much more to it than just that. There was love. Sometimes, we would just sit on the beach, me sitting between Mike’s legs with my head resting on his shoulder, watching the sun set. Sometimes we didn’t speak. We didn’t have to. We were just enjoying life, not thinking about tomorrow.

One morning I left Bagatelle very early to fetch Mike at the Club. As I was waiting for him at main gate, I saw him walk towards my car. He had something slung across is shoulder, but from the distance I couldn’t see what it was. When he got nearer to where I was parked I realized it was a guitar. What the hell is he doing with a guitar, I asked myself! And when Mike finally got into the car I looked at him with a big smile on my face and said:

“…Hey gorgeous… where did you get that? Do you play?”

“…Yeah… but I need to practice. Back in France I used to play a lot… by heart. I can’t read music. I’ve never learned. But I was good at playing by heart you know. Since I got here, I haven’t played very often though, cause I didn’t want to bother the others… I thought that I could practice a little when we’re alone on the beach, you know… that way if I play badly I won’t disturb nobody except you and a few gulls…”

“Good idea. I love guitar. And I could even sing along when you play…”, I answered, laughing…

“Oh shit! Don’t. I don’t want to offend you… but…”

“Yeah yeah… sure… You don’t like my voice huh? I’m hurt!”, I answered, laughing my heart out…

“…Well…”

“No, no… I understand!”, I said, pretending that I was offended. “You just don’t know how to recognize talent! I’m so talented! Just put your guitar on the back seat, and let’s go… maybe by the time we get to Bagatelle I’ll have forgotten all about your terrible insult!”

Mike laughed and said:

“Okay Pavarotti… let’s go!”

We went to Bagatelle to train and as I was parking the car we saw Henri walked towards us. Henri was a tall Martinican that had been working at Bagatelle for a long time. He was a kind man… and always had a big smile on his face. But that morning, he was not smiling. I wondered why.

Mike and I got out of the car and Henri told me:

“Monsieur Paul asked me to wait for you…”

“Oh? Why?”

“I’m afraid something bad happened during the night…”

“What do you mean?”

“…Well… this morning… we were a bit puzzled by the fact we had not seen monsieur Hans yet. You know… every morning he’s up so early… but not this morning. We waited for him to get up, but when we didn’t see him Suzanne went upstairs and knocked on his door. There was no answer. So she opened the door, and saw that monsieur Hans was still sleeping. She came back to the kitchen and told us. Monsieur Will was having coffee with us in the kitchen and he said that that was not normal for monsieur Hans to be sleeping that late… You know… Normally at five o’clock, monsieur Hans is always up!”

“…Yes yes… so?”

“Monsieur Will went upstairs… and a few minutes later he was back…”

“Um-huh…”, I answered, looking at Henri straight in the eyes…

“Monsieur Will asked me to call the doctor… and he added: “Tell him he doesn’t have to hurry. It’s already too late”.

“(…) What do you mean?”, I asked…

“The doctor is here. He’s upstairs with the others…”

I looked at the mansion then looked back at Henri as his words started to enter my mind…

“Do you mean…”

“Yes monsieur Jack.”

I looked at Mike and said:

“Come… let’s go…”

As we were about to run to the mansion Henri said:

“Monsieur Jack…”

I turned to look at him…

“If I were you… I would leave the old gentlemen alone with monsieur Hans. It is not our place to be there at this moment. May I suggest we all have coffee in the kitchen… and wait for them to come downstairs?”