The first course was sandwiches. They spread the terrine onto thick slices of bread, added slices of cheese and pickles, and then, impaling slices of the sausage on sticks, they held them over the fire to heat them. Inserted into the sandwiches, the hot sausage slices melted the cheese. The two men used plastic forks to eat the potato salad.
“Damn filling,” Michel reported, munching away. “But save room for the fish. I’ll get it started.”
“Try some of this, first, as an appetizer,” Laurent invited his buddy, opening the tin of caviar. He set the example by scooping up some of the fish eggs on a fingertip, transferring them to his tongue. Michel followed his lead.
“Potato salad and caviar. Quite a contrast. That just about says it all. Rich man food, poor man food. This seems decadent,” Michel remarked. “Eating caviar, in the first place. Let alone eating it with our fingers. Aren’t you supposed to use a bone spoon, so a metal one doesn’t affect the taste?”
“A mother of pearl spoon, actually.”
“You would know, thanks to all those rich guys you associate with. This stuff tastes awfully damn good, though, even without the special spoon.”
“So we’re spoonless, lacking the proper utensil, and could be considered uncouth in polite society. I won’t tell anybody if you don’t. Michel—?”
“Um?” Michel was licking his fingers.
“You don’t think I’m a snob, do you? Because most of my clients are—well off?”
“That’s funny. You don’t hesitate to call yourself a whore. But you don’t want to be thought of as a snob?”
“I’d hate for you to think I was stuck-up. I haven’t forgotten growing up in the old neighborhood.”
“Yeah, and I haven’t forgotten wanting to get out of it. Nobody can blame you for bettering yourself, Laurent. You might be interested to know that, back home, lots of people look up to you. You’re a guy who’s made a success of himself, who’s gotten out. Now—throw some more of that wood on the fire, to build it up, and I’ll play chef.”
Michael had a flat metal basket with a lid and a handle, the basket itself pierced with ventilation holes, resembling an old-fashioned stovetop popcorn maker. He loaded the basket with the seafood and held it over the fire to cook it, shaking the basket to heat the contents evenly. Almost at once, a savory smoke began to rise from the perforations.
“Ah, the smell is driving me wild,” Laurent said.
“When it’s done, I’ll hold the basket open, while you pour just a little of the wine over the fish. That’ll make them taste even better.”
Each diner had both grouper and bass. They devoured the grilled fillets. The smelts and crayfish found good homes, too, ending up swimming in the two men’s stomachs. Then it was time to enjoy the ripe, juicy figs, sucking them inside their mouths, and imbibe more wine.
“I’d go back in the water, but after that meal, I’m afraid I’ll sink like a stone,” Michel said.
“We can wade,” Laurent pointed out. “Not go in over our heads. Right now, though, I feel too lazy to move, even that far. Let’s just sit and talk, for a while.”
“Fine.”
“What’s new with you, other than your work?”
“My parents are singing the same old song,” Michel told his friend. “As in, when am I going to get married and settle down.”
“With a woman? I thought they know you’re gay?”
“They do know I’m gay. No, they want me to settle down with a man. Can you believe it? I always thought one of the advantages of being openly gay was that my relatives wouldn’t bother trying to set me up on dates with ‘nice girls.’ But now, instead, they keep finding ‘nice boys’ for me. All of whom seem to be ribbon clerks and bean counters. Perfectly respectable, but as dull as dishwater. Little do my folks realize how much I prefer bad boys. Such as a certain very popular escort I know,” Michel teased Laurent. “Think you’ll ever get married? After you retire? Or even now? That guy Zizi, whom you’ve told me about—your regular—hasn’t he offered to have you move in with him? And to ‘keep’ you, if you’ll pardon the expression?”
“It’s the right expression. As in ‘keeping a pet.’ Yeah, Zizi’s made that suggestion, more than once. It’s tempting. But I’ve always turned him down.”
“Why? Because you’re too independent?”
Laurent was playing with the fire. Seated cross-legged on the sand, nude except for his shorts, he would take a twig from the stack of firewood, hold it extended over the flames, and watch its end ignite and flare up. Then he’d drop it, adding it to the fire.
“There’s that. I do like my freedom. And if I’m ever going to try being faithful—reasonably faithful—to only one guy,” he replied, at last. “Then I don’t think I could do it with a man who’s paid me for sex, no matter how much I like him. No, it’d have to be with a guy I’ve always liked—enough to have always had sex with him for free.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way—” Michel began to say.
“What?”
“Well, frankly, with the busy schedule you’ve been keeping lately, how many men have you been with for free?”
“Not many,” Laurent admitted, with a rueful laugh. “It’s been hard to fit them into my calendar. Let me think. Recently? You—and those sexy boys of yours, Azhar and Ammar, of course. I really enjoyed that threesome.”
“So did I. Want to do it again, sometime soon?”
“Sure. Although I’ve been thinking—a one-on-one session with you would be damn good, too.”
“I was thinking along the same lines. That was sort of the point of my agreeing to come along on this outing, in fact. I expect you to put out.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I will.” Laurent tossed another twig on the fire. “Sex on the beach. Sex on the sand. Sounds hot. Let’s do it.”
“Let’s get these fucking shorts off.”
Both guys wriggled out of their shorts. Naked, they embraced. Laurent found himself wrapped in his buddy’s strong arms, their mouths pressed together in an impassioned kiss.
“Let’s skip the sucking, this time,” Laurent whispered. “The truth is, I want your cock in my ass again so bad I can’t stand it.”
“I know you,” Michel replied, his fist wrapping itself possessively around Laurent’s solid prickshaft. “You’re like me, you can come more than once. I’ll screw you, all right, but only if you promise me that Round Two will include me sucking on this big, beautiful piece of meat of yours and then taking it up my own ass.”
“Deal,” Laurent vowed.
“Then get ready to be fucked!” Michel groped for his discarded shorts. From one of the pockets, he pulled out a small tube of lube. “I came prepared,” he explained.
“Thank God for foresight.” Laurent rained kisses on the other man’s face and body. “Don’t keep me waiting, buddy. Give me what I need. What we both want. Right now. Please!”
Kneeling between the other guy’s widely parted legs, Michel anointed his prick with the lube, stroking himself, bringing himself to full, proud hardness and readiness. He lifted Laurent’s legs in a businesslike manner and rested Laurent’s calves on his broad tanned shoulders. Laurent’s big balls dangled down, as though they intended to draw Michel’s attention to his waiting, impatient, and very available anus. His own huge cock pointed up toward the pit of his navel.
Michel touched his slippery glans to his friend’s proffered pucker, and Laurent responded to the contact by letting out a lewd moan of anticipation and encouragement. Carefully, not rushing, Michel eased the bulb on top of his phallic stalk through the small aperture. He could feel the flexing of the sphincter against him, seeming to kiss his dick, welcoming it.
“You really are ready for me, aren’t you?” he asked.
“You’d better believe it. Don’t go easy on me. Take me hard,” Laurent urged. “Own me!”
Michel pushed his way through the pucker, driving deep inside Laurent’s ass, wringing a cry of joy from the fuckee’s lips. Lodging
his manhood firmly all the way up inside that seething anal sheath, Michel had to pause, to calm down, before he ejaculated too soon.
Laurent felt engorged with cock. The quivering muscles of his anus accepted the inflexible intruder and gripped it, claiming it as Laurent’s property. There was a slight discomfort, but he welcomed it, as an intrinsic part of the good, hard fuck he craved.
“You are so fucking hot,” Michel declared.
“You, too. I’m yours.” Laurent opened his legs still wider, pressing his calf muscles down hard against Michel’s shoulders, at the same time pushing his butt into his fucker’s crotch to keep their bodies joined in this most intimate way possible. “Don’t hold back. Give me all you’ve got. Just take me and use me. Make my hole yours to fuck!”
Michel complied, making one steady push. He forced the entire length of his thick penis deep up into his friend’s ass, filling him, causing Laurent’s anal depths to mold themselves around the bulky mass of his fuck tool. His low-slung balls smacked against Laurent’s buttocks.
“Is all of it inside me?” Laurent asked.
“I’m afraid so, buddy. If I’m not hung big enough to satisfy you—”
“Oh, you are, you are! I love your big hard cock. Come on, Michel, fuck me! Fuck me rough!”
“My pleasure.”
The fisherman pulled out halfway, reluctant to evacuate altogether the arousing warmth of the anal cavity. Then, slowly, he thrust his manhood back in, taking complete possession of that ass.
“Ah! Yeah! Harder, damn you! I want it all!” Laurent demanded.
Michel grunted in mock disgust. “You greedy power bottom. That’s some hungry hole.”
“You bet it is. Fill it up. Stuff me full of that cock, dude!”
“You’re going to get it!”
“Yeah!” Laurent raised his feet from Michel’s shoulders and stretched his wobbly legs high in the warm night air, waving them about. His buttocks rose to meet the other guy’s swollen member as it pistoned in and out of him. With both hands, he clawed at Michel’s disheveled hair, pulling his head down and kissing him fiercely on the lips.
Michel extended his tongue into Laurent’s sensuous mouth, using his tongue to probe one body opening, and his cock in the other, reveling in his possession of the beautiful young man whore.
Laurent’s ass muscles gripped tightly around the base of his fucker’s thick ramrod. Maddened by lust, Michel drove his dick in as far as it could go.
They pounded away together, so violently that their exertions plowed up the sand they lay on, scattering it about. For both men, it was a perfect sex act. The sand, the sea—the night sky overhead—the scent of the night air—the fire beside them, crackling, casting its warmth over their bodies—their naked flesh compressed tightly together as they humped. It all combined to create a truly memorable fuck.
“Aw, shit!” Laurent yelled. “There’s nothing like this! An open-air fuck! At night—by the sea—under the stars. Next to the fire. With your big cock in my ass.”
“It’s even better than screwing out on the deck of my boat in broad daylight, isn’t it?” Michel asked.
“It is, oh, it is! Much better. Fuck me, Michel. Fuck me hard! I can’t get enough of your cock.”
“I can’t get enough of your ass. Love your hole.”
“Yours, buddy—that hole is all yours—!”
“Aw, hell, buddy—I’m coming!” Michel lamented. “Too soon—I wanted to make it last—!”
The sweat poured from his face and chest, spattering down upon Laurent’s equally sweat-soaked body, and the fisherman lost his load, filling his lover’s hot interior with his heavy, clotted fuck cream. He came, repeatedly, until the white liquid backed up inside the well-fucked asshole and bubbled out through the cock-plugged sphincter, to run down along the cleft between Laurent’s buttocks.
“Didn’t want to blow my wad so soon,” Michel groaned. “But, God, does it ever feel good!”
“Me, too—wish I could hold out longer, too,” Laurent babbled. “But, no—I’m going to come, too! I’m going to shoot. Aw, shit, you’re fucking the cum right out of me—!”
Instinctively, Michel wrenched himself forward and bent himself almost double on top of the other man’s body, taking Laurent’s ready-to-erupt cock inside his mouth. He was just in time to receive the full force of Laurent’s ejaculation, which filled Michel’s mouth and throat with a frothy load of delicious fresh cum. Michel swallowed, greedily, until he had ingested every drop.
The two men then lay on the sand, pressed tightly against each other, basking in the heat of the fire.
“Thought you’d shoot your load and not let me have it my mouth, did you?” Michel gloated, between the impassioned kisses he planted on Laurent’s pliant, responsive lips. “Guess I fooled you.”
“Guess you did,” Laurent agreed, happily.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you promised to fuck me, too.”
“I wouldn’t dream of going back on a promise.”
“Just let me know when you’re ready. Then my ass is up for grabs!” Meanwhile, Michel snuggled down in Laurent’s embrace.
Aw, hell! Laurent thought. What a beautiful night! A perfect night. A hot summer night in the south of France. A night of relaxation, of pleasure—but also of stimulation. A night of friendship. A night of sex!
He made a mental note to himself, to try to spend more time in Michel’s company.
Maybe, Laurent told himself, idly, when I do decide to retire from this hustling game, I could become a fisherman. Or—at least have a certain sexy fisherman, as a lover. I could do worse, much worse.
That’d be something to look forward to—! But, for now—!
“I think I’m ready. Let’s do it again,” Laurent moaned. “With me fucking you, this time. Yeah, let’s do it again!”
“Yeah,” Michel agreed. “Let’s! But let’s take it slow, this time. Fuck me slow and easy, stud, at least at first. Make it last.”
After all, they had the whole sultry night ahead of them. What better way to spend the warm nocturnal hours, than by making love?
The End
Also by Henri Couesnon
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Lakeside Nights
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