In Bernard’s cramped apartment in the South of France, heart pounding, I clutch my PSP game as pretense. Door creaks open. He’s there, towel barely clinging to hips, sleepy eyes lighting up. ‘Come in,’ he growls, hand on my shoulder. Bodies brush in the tight hall. His heat sears me. I feel it—his cock twitching under fabric. Pulse races. He drops the towel, struts naked to the shower. Ass cheeks flex, cock swings heavy between thighs. Mine hardens instantly. Hand slips into shorts, stroking discreetly. He returns, nude, meat dangling. Eyes lock on my bulge. ‘That’s for me?’ Grin wicked. Steps close. Lips graze mine. Basin grinds against mine. Heart thunders. ‘Jerk for me, boy.’ Shorts yanked down. My rigid teen cock springs free. He guides my hand to his thickening shaft. Hot. Veiny. Burning. We stroke together. Glands peel back slick. Tongues clash wet. Saliva mixes with pre-cum scent. ‘Want my load?’ I nod, breath ragged. Kneel. Pump faster. ‘Open wide.’ First spurt hits tongue—salty, thick. Gulps down ropes of his cream. Clean every inch, savoring musk. He jerks me off. Fingers tease ass. Heart explodes.
Spins me around. ‘Spread those cheeks, slut.’ Hands obey, pulling flesh apart. Hole exposed. His spit-wet finger plunges deep. Fire ignites. Twists, probes. Second joins, stretching. I buck, cock throbbing. ‘My little whore.’ Third finger rips me open. Prostate screams pleasure. Cum blasts hands-free onto his chest. He smears it back, feeds me my own seed. Tongues duel in filth. Shower beckons. Soapy hands roam. Cocks harden again under spray. Back to bed. I lead, arching back against his groin. Lips meet over shoulder. Nipples pinched raw. I yelp, beg harder. Slaps rain on ass. Skin burns crimson. Each smack jolts cock higher. Pulls my dick back like reins, milking. Lifts me by balls. ‘Peddy bitch loves it.’ Cream lubes crack. Fingers fuck wide. Gland presses ring. Push. Breach. Inch by burning inch, he fills me. Guts stretch. Pain melts to bliss. Hips slam. Balls slap cheeks. Fucks savage. Deeper. Harder. I’m his hole. Gripped brutal, impaled. He floods insides. Pulls out, coats rim, rams back. I spin, suck clean. Gags deep-throat. Second load chokes me. Cum drips everywhere.
The Fever
Bodies collapse, slick with sweat, seed. Skin still scorches. Lips linger, tasting us. Hearts slow together. His hand cups my raw ass. ‘We’ll do this again.’ I melt into him. Marked inside out. Unique fire burned through me. Mom’s night shift waits—but that’s later.