Hot Nights in the South of France

by Henri Couesnon

  Chapter Four: Daddy’s Bad Boy

  This was, as the expression goes, dejà vu all over again. The same drive to Monaco. The same hotel. Only the room number was different. The interior of the room, though, was identical to the one in which Laurent had enjoyed his romp with Gaston, not so long before.

  Gaston’s Brazilian friend, Pedro, turned out to be a distinguished-looking, silvery-haired gentleman in his fifties. He greeted Laurent warmly, but he kept looking at him rather quizzically.

  “How old are you, anyway?” Pedro asked.

  “Twenty-five,” Laurent replied, blithely subtracting five years from his actual age.

  “My God.”

  “Too old?”

  “Too young. You could be my son.”

  “Is that necessarily a bad thing?”

  “Not at all. On the contrary—I find the thought rather exciting. The fact is, I have two sons, both about your age. They’re both very good-looking boys. Would it shock you if I told you I sometimes fantasize about them—the two of them making love to each other, or the two of them in my bed, having sex with me?”

  “It takes a great deal to shock me, Pedro. A certain open-mindedness comes with the territory, I suppose. In my line of work—well, let’s just say men share all sorts of fantasies with me, and sometimes they want to act them out.”

  Pedro chuckled. “Come on, my boy, we can discuss that over dinner. I’m hungry.”

  Pedro had made a reservation of them at one of Monte Carlo’s finest restaurants. After an appetizer of escargots in garlic sauce, Laurent had a subtly seasoned steak with carrot, walnut, and dill salad. Pedro had chosen cumin-roasted salmon with cilantro sauce. They sampled each other’s entrees, and pronounced them excellent.

  Laurent had let Pedro choose the wine—a Sicilian red, made from nerello mascalese grapes, grown in the volcanic soil of the foothills of Mount Etna.

  “That should go well with your steak,” Pedro had suggested.

  “But red wine with fish, instead of white—isn’t that breaking the rules?” Laurent asked, smiling.

  Pedro returned his smile. “Lots of rules are made to be broken. Don’t you agree?”

  “Yes—about the wine. And when it comes to other pleasures.”

  They made small talk during the meal. Pedro showed Laurent photos, on his phone, of his sons.

  “They’re very handsome young men,” Laurent said. “And I can see the resemblance.”

  “I imagine them naked, giving each other hand jobs,” Pedro admitted. “Blow jobs. Sixty-nining, with their virile young bodies jammed together. Stuffing their hot young dicks down each other’s throats. Fucking each other up the ass. Yes, I picture them doing things like that.”

  “Do you?”

  “Bending over and spreading their sweet cheeks, for me to fuck them. Begging their Daddy to screw them, begging me for more. Those fantasies—they always ensure me a quick come, and an exceptionally large load of semen, when I jack off. More effective than Viagra.”

  Laurent found Pedro’s obsession with incest just a bit unnerving. But, as always when he was with a john, he reminded himself that he was hardly in a position to set the moral bar, or to judge.

  “How’s Gaston?” Laurent inquired, to change the subject.

  “The same. Falling in and out of love, as usual. And, when he’s disappointed in love, as he inevitably is, consoling himself with an escort or two. Which I don’t mean to sound like an insult, by the way. You escorts can be very good company, and very consoling, indeed. What would we gay men do without you? But I don’t make that mistake—of falling in love. At my age, I’m cynical. Disillusioned.”

  “What about falling in and out of lust?”

  “Oh, that, my boy,” Pedro declared. “That, I intend to go on doing until my dying day! Will you help me?”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  “According to what Gaston’s told me, your best is quite extraordinary.”

  “Attractive men always bring out the best in me.”

  “You find me attractive?”

  “Of course.”

  “For my age?”

  “For any age.”

  “I like to hear that,” Pedro admitted, “whether it’s true or not. Ah—if only you were my son! What good times the two of us could have!”

  Returning the hotel, the two men got down to business. Wasting no time, they were barely inside the room before they stripped and got onto the bed.

  “Now I’m going to act out that incest fantasy of mine,” Pedro gloated. “Come to Daddy, boy! Ah—you’re so young—so beautiful—so sweet—so loving!”

  After a few preliminary kisses and caresses, Pedro pushed Laurent down onto the mattress.

  “I’m afraid I’m rather old-fashioned,” Pedro said, apologetically. “I like to start off by sucking the other guy’s cock—while he just lies there and enjoys it.”

  “I suppose I can live with that,” Laurent replied.

  “We’ll move on to other things, later,” his john promised.

  “Looking forward to them.”

  “Now, you be a good boy, and let Daddy have your dick.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you want your Daddy to suck your cock?” Pedro asked, lewdly. “Make you feel good?”

  “Yes, Daddy, please.”

  “I’m going to kiss it and make it feel better—!” Pedro vowed.

  Laurent assumed the classic “I’m just trade, you can do me, but I don’t reciprocate” pose, lying on the bed with his legs spread and his hands behind his head, supplementing the pillow with this extra improvised cushioning. Excited by the sight of the younger man’s beautiful body displayed on the hotel’s fine sheets, Pedro knelt between Laurent’s legs. Leaning forward, he nuzzled his face against Laurent’s waiting, rigid penis.

  Pedro moved slowly and deliberately, taking the long, thick cock inch by inch, feeding it between his lips, bringing his tongue into play to swab the ridge which divided the top of the shaft from the head. He could taste the steady seepage of pre-cum which escaped from Laurent’s piss slit, and the masculine flavor of it intoxicated him. He made slow, careful, teasing oral love to Laurent’s cock, tantalizing him, aware that such provocative treatment was sure to make the young stud beg for more. Meanwhile, his warm, searching hands explored the escort’s body, paying especially attention to the firm round cheeks of Laurent’s ass.

  “Oh, you’re so good at that, Daddy,” Laurent moaned. “So good at sucking my cock!”

  Once again, Pedro allowed himself to slide his hands underneath those taut buttocks. Securing a firm grip on them, he pulled the escort’s hard-muscled body upward again, seating Laurent’s posterior on his knees. Bending forward from the waist, craning his neck downward, Pedro resumed the blow job.

  It was all that Laurent could do to keep himself from crying out in sheer lust. He was already quivering with barely pent-in desire. He couldn’t remember ever having had, recently, a client who aroused him so much—Zizi, maybe. He felt the older man’s talented mouth gliding up and down around the whole length of his cock, which pulsated violently, mutely begging for relief from the sperm pressure built up in it. Laurent’s erection had never felt larger. Not only swollen, it burned, as though he’d been bitten in the penis by a venomous snake! Pedro was worshipping him with his mouth, and his expert cocksucking had transformed Laurent’s entire body into one hyperresponsive erogenous zone.

  Down Pedro’s lips swooped around the turgid fuck tool, taking it all, and the man demonstrated his skill at deep-throating, wrapping his seemingly elastic throat around Laurent’s manhood and massaging it with an almost insolent ease.

  How the hell does he do that, without choking on it? Laurent marveled. Hell, how does he even breathe?

  But then he lost interest in the mechanics of the act as he surrendered himself to it, mindlessly, unreservedly. Laurent arched his back, spread his legs wider open, and raised his behind from the bed, blindly pumping his cock upward into
Pedro’s mouth and down his throat, fucking the man’s face as violently as he’d ever fucked another man’s ass, maddened by lust and desperately longing to come.

  “Suck! Suck! Oh, suck, Daddy! Oh, suck my cock!” Laurent begged.

  By way of reply, Pedro emitted muffled but still obscene-sounding grunts and gurgles, from around the potent young piston which was filling his mouth and plugging his throat. Lustily, indefatigably, the Brazilian sucked.

  Laurent emitted a faint whimper of disappointment when, after several minutes of nonstop fellating, Pedro suddenly withdrew his saliva-soaked prick from his mouth.

  “That’s enough sucking, as good though it was,” Pedro said. “I came too damn close to coming! And at my age, there’s usually only one bullet in the clip. Would you like to do something which would really please me, my handsome son?”

  “Yes. Of course, yes. Anything you wish, anything at all, Daddy.”

  “Will you let me fuck you?”

  “I’ve been hoped you’d want to.”

  “I want you to sit on my cock and ride it, the way I’ve seen you ride big cocks in those porn videos of yours,” Pedro specified. “I know I’m not a young muscle god like some of those studs. But I’m hard as a rock, as you see, which I suppose is the important thing.”

  “It certainly is. I can’t wait to feel your dick inside me, Daddy, fucking me!”

  “Let’s get busy, then, son.”

  Pedro grasped Laurent by both of his thighs and pulled him farther forward, into his lap. His huge erect cock nudged its way up into the crack between the escort’s buttocks.

  “Lube,” Pedro said, succinctly. “We’re going to need lube.”

  He reached toward the nightstand, where a tube of lubricant was waiting. Hastily but thoroughly slicking up his hard-on with the slippery gel, he then tossed the tube back onto the nightstand. He took the thick base of his swollen manhood between his thumb and forefinger, steadying it, and he aimed it blindly but accurately upward, pressing his glans, with its foreskin pushed down to bare it, up against Laurent’s anal pucker.

  “Are you ready, you nasty boy?” Pedro panted. “Ready to be screwed by your dirty, horny Daddy?”

  “Aw, hell, yeah! Fuck me, and fuck me hard!” Laurent demanded.

  He pushed downward with his buttocks and he felt the oversized bulb of Pedro’s lust-swollen cock jab between his ass cheeks, pierce his hole, and slide inside him. “Ah!” he yelped. “That’s a big goddamn cock!”

  “Something tells me you can take it,” Pedro retorted, cynically. “Remember—I’ve seen you take on bigger ones than mine, in those videos!”

  Laurent summoned his professionalism. He did take it. He forced his anal defenses to relax, keeping Pedro’s dick lodged firmly inside his rectum. Then he tensed his anal muscles again—not to resist and try to repel the phallic invader, but to clamp down on it and massage it.

  “Yeah,” Laurent gasped. “Oh, hell, yeah!”

  “Are you all right?” the older man asked, the tone of his voice suggestive not only of concern, but of his strong hope that the reply would be in the affirmative.

  “Yeah, I’m fine! I love it. I love being fucked like this.”

  His client didn’t respond with words, but with action—which was what Laurent wanted, after all. Pedro held Laurent’s body closer against his with both hands and he lunged forward, impaling the hustler fully upon his thick, rigid cock. Laurent let out another cry when the fuck pole jabbed deep up into his bowel, opening him up, transforming his anus into an elastic sheath of flesh wrapped snugly around his fucker’s manhood.

  Positioning his hands behind Laurent’s neck, Pedro drew him up into a sitting posture, driving his hard cock even farther up into the steamy anal canal.

  “I can tell you love it, boy,” he whispered into Laurent’s ear. “You love having your Daddy’s dick shoved all the way up your ass.”

  “You bet I do. I want it all. Fuck me hard!” Laurent bought his lips to Pedro’s mouth, and the two men kissed again, Pedro’s warm slick tongue drilling into Laurent’s mouth, so that he felt as though he was being fucked orally as well as anally.

  “Ride me,” Pedro ordered, gruffly. He lay back on the bed, his hands folded behind his head, his cock still buried at its full length up inside Laurent’s vulnerable but willingly surrendered body.

  On his knees astride the older man, Laurent did as he’d been told. Moving slowly at first, exercising a bit of caution, to make sure he could take the big cock without excess discomfort—but also to tease himself and his fucker—he raised his buttocks, letting all but the knob of the erection slip free from his hole. After hovering poised for a moment, with his sphincter stretched by the glans, he sank back down again, recklessly impaling himself fully upon the rigid phallic spike. He repeated the motion, several times, speeding up the pace.

  But Pedro, although he let out a grunt of pleasure, wasn’t quite satisfied.

  “Faster,” he insisted, grinning up at Laurent with a satyr-like glee. “Ride me hard and fast. Really fuck yourself on my prick! I want to see you work so hard you sweat.” He drove his pelvis upward as he spoke, sending his dick deeper up into Laurent’s burning ass, which accepted the stroke, and indeed clutched hotly around the bulk of the reaming penis.

  Laurent cast off all self-control. Like the whore he was, he fucked himself on his john’s manhood, using it to stretch and fill and pummel his ass. His body writhed and twisted in the grip of raw passion. Up and down he rode, the firm mounds of his buttocks slapping noisily against the tops of the other man’s thighs. Laurent rotated his hips from side to side, corkscrewing Pedro’s cock around inside him, forcing the blunt head of the impaling prick to stab into him from every possible angle. A lewd stream of obscenities escaped from his slack, drooling lips, and his head was thrown back in shameless ecstasy. Every muscle in his fine, hard young physique seemed to tighten up and vibrate. And he was indeed sweating from his exertions, his flushed flesh wet and dripping the hot, salty perspiration of sex.

  “That’s a good boy,” Pedro crooned. “Yes, that’s a good little whore. Take it. Take the prick that made you, up your sweet ass. I came in your mother’s pussy, boy, I filled that juicy cunt of hers with my sperm, and you were the result,” he said, abandoning himself to his incest fantasy. “Couldn’t wait until you and your brother were old enough for me to fuck—! Ride me, ride me hard,” he repeated, frantically. “Ride your Daddy’s dick! Make me feel good, son. Oh, you are. You’re making me feel so good!”

  He reached out and tormented Laurent’s nipples, pinching them, tugging them out and away from his pecs. After enjoying this tit play, he kept one hand working on the burning nipples, alternating between them, while his other hand dropped to Laurent’s crotch. He seized the young stud’s cock in his fist, letting the escort fuck it while he moved up and down on Pedro’s cock faster and faster.

  “Can’t,” a breathless Laurent warned. “Can’t hold it back—!”

  Helplessly, he came. A first jet of hot white sperm burst free from the wide-open piss slit in the head of his cock, shooting out in a long wet arc to splatter down onto Pedro’s face. Calmly, the older man opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, catching the next spurt of semen and savoring its taste like a connoisseur before he swallowed it. The next two wads flew right inside his mouth. But then, losing its initial velocity, the rest of the ejaculated fluid fell short, raining down on Pedro’s chest and belly, dotting his skin with white puddles.

  Laurent’s ejaculation made his anal muscles contract, sharply and repeatedly—which in turn was all that was needed to send Pedro over the brink into orgasm.

  “Ah, Mother of God! I’m coming!” he roared. His hot cum rose, boiling, from his overtaxed testicles and shot up through the core of his cock, to spew like lava into the depths of Laurent’s quaking anus. “Christ! Coming! Coming so hard!” While Pedro continued to thrash and moan under him, Laurent went ride on riding him, forcing himself rapidly up and down on
the upward thrust of the man’s phallic piston. He didn’t slow his movements, and then bring them to a shuddering halt, until he was sure that his greedy asshole had pumped Pedro’s cock completely dry of its load.

  Leaning forward, Laurent planted his lips on Pedro’s smiling mouth. They kissed for a long time, with the older man’s still-hard cock still buried all the way up Laurent’s ass.

  “That was a great fuck,” Laurent declared.

  “It certainly was. Thank you for giving me such pleasure, my young friend.” Pedro shifted his hips, letting his softening prick slip easily from the younger guy’s anal grip. “Now, though—I’m afraid our night has to come to an end. I need my rest. But go and shower, if you want to, before you leave.”

  “I’d better,” Laurent said, ruefully. His ass felt saturated with cum, and when he got off the bed and stood beside it, he was surprised that semen didn’t leak from his well-fucked hole and run down his legs.

  In the bathroom, he showered, quickly but thoroughly. After drying himself, he took a fresh washcloth and towel, wet the washcloth with warm water and soap in the sink, and returned to the bedroom.

  There, Pedro hadn’t moved. Gently, Laurent wiped his face and torso with the washcloth, cleaning off the residue of his cum. Then he used the towel to rub the man dry.

  “Such personalized treatment,” Pedro murmured, drowsily. He already seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open. “You’re as good as Gaston said you were. Look in the drawer, here beside the bed.”

  Sliding open the drawer of the nightstand, Laurent saw a piece of the hotel’s stationery, a white business-size envelope.

  “Your tip,” Pedro explained.

  “Thank you.”

  “I’d like to adopt you,” the Brazilian said, wistfully. “Imagine how hot the sex would be, if you were really, legally, my son.”