“I was in bed,” Luc replied. “Asleep. Come in. And like I said—keep the noise down. It’s late.”
“Sure,” the shorter guy agreed.
“Your names?” Luc demanded, rather curtly. In his mood, he didn’t feel like addressing his uninvited guests as “Hey, you.”
“Andre,” the taller one said. “And this is my buddy, Giles.”
“Nice to meet you.” Luc struggled to prevent himself from sounding sarcastic. “Come this way. Take off your clothes.”
He led the sailors behind the screen, into the inner sanctum, the place where the lusts of men vented themselves, and they found temporary respite from their tormenting desires.
Chapter Seven: Open for Business All Night
Luc found himself on his bed with a naked and very erect sailor on either side of him. When Giles and Andre had shed their clothes, Giles had taken a bottle of liquid poppers out of his trouser pocket. He set the vial down on the nightstand, next to Luc’s lube.
Andre kissed Luc hard on the lips, his tongue plunging deep inside his mouth. The kiss had its inevitable effect. Luc felt himself responding, casting aside his fatigue. But his cock had already been given quite a workout by a succession of johns during the past few hours, and although it stirred within the warm, sweaty grasp of Andre’s hand, it got only semi-hard. In order to compensate for his dick’s sluggish response, Luc opened his mouth wide and greedily sucked Andre’s slippery, wet tongue into his mouth, playing with it with his own tongue, licking and sucking.
Giles wanted to be kissed, too, and Luc gave him the same treatment with his lips and tongue, while Andre continued to stroke Luc’s cock, trying to coax it into real stiffness.
“Suck him, Andre,” Giles told his fellow mariner.
Luc felt Andre’s mouth on his cockhead. The sailor’s lips began to nurse the hustler’s semi-flaccid shaft, coaxing and cajoling it.
“Shit,” Luc said. “I’m not sure I can get it hard, guys.”
“Long, rough night, huh?” Giles suggested. “Didn’t our buddy Matthieu leave anything for us? Did he suck you dry? We’ll see. Here, have a hit.”
Unscrewing the cap of the little brown glass bottle, Giles held the bottle under Luc’s nose. The smell was sharp and penetrating, and when he inhaled, Luc immediately experienced a rush. As Giles snorted the poppers himself, Luc felt a wild hammering begin inside his chest and spread rapidly throughout his body, but especially to his brain and groin. He could feel his heart beating abnormally fast, his hot blood pounding through every artery and vein, rushing to fill every part of his body and surging with special violence through his cock—which was now gratifyingly hard and throbbing away inside Andre’s mouth.
“Yeah, that did the trick, I see,” Giles said.
“It sure did,” Luc replied. His hips and butt rose high from the mattress. His cock ached with sudden, undeniable need, and he thrust it blindly into Andre’s hot, wet face.
“That’s right, fuck his face,” Giles urged.
Andre blew Luc for some time, expertly. At last, he took a quick breath, pulling his mouth free from the saliva-soaked hard-on, and panting to get his breath back, while he massaged the cock with his hand. Giles offered Andre the poppers, and Andre treated himself to a good hit in each nostril.
“You want your cock sucked some more?” Andre asked Luc. “You want my hot mouth back on your dick, sucking it? Sucking that hot cum right out of you, buddy? You want to shoot your load right down my throat?”
“Yeah,” Luc gasped.
With his brain now completely under the influence of the amyl, Luc heard and understood the sailor’s lewd words with a startling vividness and immediacy, which made it sound as though Andre was already doing what he was only proposing to do. Suck! Luc could all but feel the wet, clasping warmth of a hungry, growling mouth rubbing it furiously up and down the full length of his hard cock. Cum! The boy groaned in excitement and anticipation, tensing and shuddering, as though the rich creamy semen was actually gushing from him. Right down my throat! He could almost hear and feel Andre choking on his thick hot load, as he shot it down the cocksucker’s greedy throat too fast and too heavily for him to swallow all at once.
“Yeah?” Andre echoed Luc, with a laugh. “You want it? Don’t worry, I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to suck this big fat prick of yours like it’s never been sucked before!” He took the poppers from Giles’ hand and snorted them, taking several deep whiffs before he handed it to Luc.
Inhaling repeatedly, Luc felt the potent, searing fumes seem to penetrate his entire body all at once and set it on fire from within. At the same time, Andre fulfilled his promise. Luc felt the heat and wetness and pressure of the sailor’s mouth once again surround his cock, sucking it hungrily and taking it quickly right down to the base.
Luc lost himself in the sudden, violent rush of pure, animal lust which gripped and held and shook him. He lay there between the other two naked men, gasping, his legs thrashing wildly, his body straining up to thrust his cock deeper into Andre’s throat. Luc’s fatigue was forgotten. He’d even forgotten that he was being paid for this! All that mattered, all that existed, was that hot mouth on his prick. His eyes were tightly closed, his every sense thrilling to that sweet, wet, tugging sensation of Andre’s smooth lips sucking him so passionately and with such devastating effect.
Luc fucked his prick furiously in and out of the sailor’s mouth, wanting to drive every inch of his manhood right down his throat.
“Andre’s a good cocksucker, isn’t he?” Giles asked, his hands running all over Luc’s heaving and twisting body, caressing and stroking it. “I think he’s blown half the guys on our ship, at one time or another. Of course, I’ve been busy blowing the other half! Come for him, stud. Shoot that hot scum right into his mouth. Right down the cocksucker’s horny throat!” Giles held the amyl bottle under Luc’s nose, and then under Andre’s. An instant later, as the hot rush hit him, Andre began sucking Luc even faster, as though he intended literally to devour the hustler’s cock!
With Andre blowing him so ferociously and a fresh rush of amyl blasting through his body and brain, Luc could take no more. His legs lifted high off the bed and wrapped around Andre’s shoulders, squeezing his head between them, smothering Andre’s face between Luc’s trembling, strong-muscled thighs. Luc’s cock was thrust all the way into the sailor’s mouth, the thick, pulsating head lodged in the back of his throat.
“You’d better be ready for it, because I’m coming,” Luc warned. “Take it, you cocksucker! Swallow my fucking cum!”
“Give it to him,” Giles urged. “Let the fucker have your cum!”
“Aw, fuck! I’m coming, all right,” Luc gasped.
“All of it,” Giles coached him. “Shoot it all in his mouth, stud1”
“Coming—!” Luc moaned.
Andre made a loud, strangulated, gurgling sound, as though he was retching. His mouth and throat were flooded with Luc’s hot semen. The surplus flow dribbled from the corners of his lips when it came too fast for Andre to swallow. Luc felt the jism dripping thickly down Andre’s chin and onto his own balls, and the sensation only made him shoot more forcefully. His load came gushing out of him, a fountain of sperm!
Refusing to back off, Andre stayed down on Luc’s erupting cock all the way, until he’d drained and consumed every drop of the boy’s sweet, fresh cum. When he finally did lift his mouth off Luc’s cock, the sailor pushed his face down against the boy’s balls, where he lapped up the semen which had trickled down over them, not wanting a single drop of the precious fluid to escape him.
Luc lay there, limp and exhausted, close to total collapse. He heard the sound of the popper bottle being unscrewed open again, and he flung his forearm across his face to keep it away from his nose. But this time the amyl wasn’t meant for him. He felt a heavy, clumsy rush of motion on the bed beside him, making the mattress shift, and then he heard a deep grunt rippling up from Andre’s throat. A moment later, the mattress
began to rock back and forth with unusual violence, one end of it repeatedly hitting the headboard of the bed in a rhythm which Luc remembered all too well, from previous occasions when he and a john had indulged in a really rough fuck. The grunts of bestial excitement coming from the other two young men’s throats turned into a steady, hoarse roar of mutual lust and erotic abandon.
Curious, Luc turned his head, and he saw Andre beside him on the bed, supporting himself on his hands and knees, with his legs spread, and his ass thrust back and up. Andre’s close-cropped head was tossing wildly from side to side, his eyes were unfocused and glazed over with the amyl and lust, and a string of saliva was dribbling from his slack, panting mouth down his chin, from where it fell to the bed. He was being fucked from behind, doggy style, by Giles, whose thick hard prick, lubricated from the container on the nightstand, pumped in and out of Andre’s ass like a pile driver, reaming him out to the very depths of his rectum, while Andre moaned and shuddered, and begged his fellow sailor, “Harder! Oh, fuck me harder, man!”
Once again, Luc wondered why sailors went in search of gay action onshore, even paying for it, when they could easily hook up with each other, on board their ship. But it didn’t behoove him to look the gift horse in the mouth—or, in this case, up the ass!
The two navy men, having seemingly forgotten Luc for the time being, were really getting into it together. Passing the poppers back and forth between them, they humped with violent, jerky motions of their hips.
The shorter sailor was clearly enjoying buggering his taller buddy with such thoroughness and abandon. His thighs slapped loudly against his friend’s buttocks each time h drove his cock deep into his anus.
“Your ass feels like a cunt, buddy, only better,” Giles reported. “It’s tighter—hotter—and it’s really good to fuck!”
“Come in my ass,” Andre urged him.
“Sorry, I don’t think so, man. I can breed you any time, on the ship. I’m saving this load for Luc,” Giles said. He pulled out of Andre, who groaned in disappointment. “On your belly,” Giles told Luc. “I want to pound your butt, too.”
First, though, the three men passed the poppers around. When Giles eased his big cock between Luc’s anal opening and thrust it deep up into his butt, Luc felt that the sailor’s entire body was penetrating him. But the amyl eased the momentary discomfort, and it instantly put Luc in the mood to be fucked. He soon found himself in the thrall of lewd sensations which got hotter, more intense and varied, and more obscene, while Giles began to fuck him with the long-driving, rapid strokes Luc craved. It was good—damn good!
“Hurry up,” Andre told Giles. “I want to fuck him, too.”
Giles grunted. “What’s the rush? You’ll get your turn. What the hell—we’ve got all night.”
Luc groaned, as he squeezed his anal muscles to ensure the sailor a good, hot, tight ride. The prospect of his getting any more sleep tonight seemed to be fading away. But he was a professional, and his pride kicked in, making him determined to give his two horny customers their money’s worth.
“Fuck me, men,” he chanted. “Both of you. Fuck my ass!”
Chapter Eight: Reunited
One afternoon, Luc was taking a break. He took a stroll, in the course of which he went into a café on the waterfront. He ordered a coffee, and he sipped it while he people watched, idly speculating about which of the male tourists who walked past might be gay. He flattered himself that he spotted a number of potential johns.
When his cell phone rang, he hesitated, but then, dutifully, he answered it.
“I’m looking for a guy named Luc,” a gruff male voice said.
“That’s me.”
“In these photos on your website—you look like a real whore. Pretty hot stuff! Are you that good looking in person, or is this some sort of a bait and switch?”
“Is this some sort of a crank call?” Luc asked.
“I don’t know about that. I do know I’m jacking off right now, looking at those pictures of you. Come on, talk dirty to me, will you?”
“If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll hang up now,” Luc said, primly.
“Wait! Don’t hang up.” There was a burst of laughter at the other end of the line. “Luc, don’t you recognize my voice?”
“No. Should I?”
“It’s me, Roland.”
“Roland?”
“You know, Perceur.”
“Perceur!” Luc exclaimed. “Why, you son of a bitch! Leading me on like that. What are you doing—using the computer in the prison library to access internet porn? You can get into trouble doing that.”
“Yeah, but not in the way you mean. I’m out. Got released a few days ago.”
“Really? That’s great. And how’d you track me down? How’d you find my website?”
“Oh, I just asked around. It wasn’t so difficult. When I said I was looking for my old buddy Luc, a guy told me, ‘Hey, there’s a hot looking young stud who goes by that name, who’s started escorting through his own website recently.’ So I checked it out. What are you doing right now, kid? Are you in between tricks?”
“I’m having a coffee, down at the harbor. Can you join me?”
“I sure can. Where are you, exactly?”
Luc gave Perceur the address of the café.
“Stay put. See you soon,” Perceur told him, before he hung up.
While he waited, Luc ordered and drank another coffee. He was pleased that Perceur was out of prison, and he eagerly anticipated seeing him again, talking over old times, and catching up with him. Luc was excited, his pulse slightly elevated, and that couldn’t be attributed entirely to the effects of the caffeine he’d consumed. The thought of being with Perceur again was getting him aroused.
Yes, maybe Perceur was a brute, but as Luc remembered all too well, he was a damn hot, sexy brute!
It wasn’t a long wait. Soon a very well-built man entered the café and approached Luc’s table. It was only when this apparition grinned broadly at him that Luc recognized him.
“Perceur!” he exclaimed.
“None other,” his friend replied.
Luc was stunned by Perceur’s appearance. He wore khaki trousers, a lemon-yellow polo shirt and a matching baseball cap, and sunglasses. He wore espadrilles, without socks, on his feet. He looked like a tourist. The only things lacking were a camera slung around his neck and a guidebook clutched in his hand.
Greeting Luc with a bear hug and a kiss, Perceur removed his cap and sunglasses. The two men sat down, and Luc summoned the waiter, who took Perceur’s order.
“Look at you! I’ve never seen you in civilian clothes,” Luc remarked.
“This is the first time I’m seen you in anything but one of those goddamn prison jumpsuits, too. Of course, back there in the hole, we spent most of our leisure time naked,” Perceur joked.
“You look good.”
“So do you. Okay, now that the pleasantries are over and done with, spill. Tell me about this whoring gig of yours.”
Luc hesitated. “Maybe you’ll think less of me, if I go into some of the sordid details.”
“Ha! That’s a laugh. This is me you’re talking to, baby. I’m hardly in a position to throw stones, am I?”
Luc summarized some of his recent adventures.
“You seem to be doing all right for yourself,” Perceur said.
“And you? How’re you doing?”
“Fine,” Perceur declared. “I have a job, and a place to live, with an old friend of mine. That was all set up ahead of time. They wouldn’t let me out, otherwise.”
“You’re going straight?”
Perceur gave Luc a sidelong glance. “Let’s not get carried away.”
They finished their coffee, and called for the bill. “My treat,” Luc insisted.
“Thanks. What’re you doing, the rest of the afternoon?”
“Nothing,” Luc said. “I promised myself I’d relax and take it easy, for once.”
“Me, too. I’m only wo
rking part time, to start. So I’m done for the day.”
“Want to go to my place?”
Perceur grinned. “Love to. But suppose a customer calls you, wanting a last-minute date?”
“Then he can find himself some other hustler, for once.”
Twenty minutes later, the two men were in Luc’s apartment, undressing beside his bed.
“Not a bad place,” Perceur decreed. “Better than my dump.”
“It’s not much, but it does have a bed,” Luc suggested, lewdly. “Let’s make good use of it, shall we?”
Standing there naked, Perceur observed the way the apartment’s large windows let the late afternoon sunlight pour freely into the room.
“Aren’t you even going to have the decency to close the blinds, and the curtains?” Perceur asked.
Luc snickered. “What’s decency got to do with it? I don’t recall you worrying about it too much, when you were screwing me every night, in our cell. Remember those times when a guard would walk by—and he’d just stand there, and watch?”
“Yeah. Horny bastards. They were envious, but none of them had the balls to open the cell door and join in.”
“Let my neighbors look. They may learn something!”
“Even so, Luc—wait.”
They were both nude—and erect, blatantly ready for action. “Wait for what?” Luc asked.
“Things here on the outside don’t have to be the same way they were inside.”
“How so?”
“This isn’t the cell block, you know. I’m not the top dog, and you’re not my bitch.”
“What’re you really trying to say, Perceur?” Luc asked.
“I’m saying I think we ought to mix things up a little. You know, put some variety into it. Why don’t you fuck me?”
Luc was dumbfounded. “Me fuck you?”
“If the idea doesn’t turn you on—”
“I’m just not sure I heard you correctly.”
“I’m telling you that you can shove your dick up my ass, for a change,” Perceur said, impatiently. “There. Did you hear that?”
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