Louis watched as Claude made his way down the stairs. He hoped something between them would happen and he noticed as his eyes slowly went down Claude's back to his perfect ass. His cock began to harden, bouncing as Louis continued down the marble stairs. The rest of the house was enveloped in darkness, so he allowed his organ its freedom, that is, until Claude turned around to point through the French doors in the direction of the fountain. Louis could feel his face turn crimson when Claude's eyes traveled down to Louis's pulsing hard on. What added to Louis's embarrassment was when Claude turned away quickly. "Damnation, tonight has been ruined," thought Louis. His raging hard-on left him as he followed behind Claude to the cold and fresh air of France as they left the French doors towards the fountain. The steam rising from the water was so inviting and adding to the appeal was the flambeaux which formed a path and then circled around it. The flames from the wicks turned the water, shooting from the larger than life angels flanking each side, into diamonds glistening before it hit the shimmering pool. Louis avoided Claude's ass, which was now close to his hand as Claude slowed down his pace. Suddenly Claude stopped and turned to face him. He tried to stop, but failed, running to Claude. It had taken him by surprise and he was stunned for a moment until he looked down to that their wastes were pressed together for a moment before he jerked himself back, once again embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. You just stopped too suddenly." "Don't apologize, it was my fault. Come, the water has been heated to perfect temperature." Louis followed him towards the beautiful pool. Claude turned to give Louis a smile as he turned back and dove in. Louis was shocked that it was deep enough for him to safely dive in, it was only four feet above the ground. He ran to the edge just as Claude came up. The fountain apparently went deeper into the ground, making it deeper than it appeared. After realizing its depth, he jumped in feet first. As he came up, he wiped his eyes and looked at Claude. He smiled, relieved when Claude smiled back; he didn't expect it when Claude swam towards him to plant a long deep, hard kiss on his quivering lips. Could this be happening, he wondered, or is this some cruel dream that is going to disappear when his eyes open and the sun is poring through the windows of his room. He stood there in the warm water, frozen as he began to feel Claude's gentle hands slowly go down his back and grasp his butt, this time with a rough force telling Louis he was hungry. Louis's reaction was automatic, for as soon as he felt his butt being groped, he jumped. He then began to relax as Claude began to work his kisses down Louis's neck and across his chest, pausing on each nipple to gently suckle like a new born baby. Louis couldn't help it any longer; he began massaging Claude's shoulders as he worked his way, painfully slow in reaching the one spot that yearned to be touched. Louis suddenly stopped Claude suddenly. There was obvious protest and worry in Claude's eyes as he stood up to sees what was wrong. With a grin, Louis grabbed his hand and climbed out of the pool, tugging him along as they both planted their feet firmly on the cold grass. A chill ran up both their spines as they walked towards the orchard to the south of the chateaux. After making their under the canopy of trees, a small pavilion came into view, its steeple rising up to the full moon which glowed amongst a bed of stars, suspended above their heads. Claude was intrigued as Louis walked up, still a firm holds onto Claude's hand, and turned the small brass key below the brass doorknob with his other hand. When the door was opened, the smell of dust invaded his nostrils. Louis turned to look back, with a look of hopeful excitement in his face. They both walked in and Claude noticed the silhouette of what looked like a small salon and then a large four poster bed in the corner. Louis walked towards a table that held a large candelabra and with his back to Claude, lit the candles. Then walked around the room lighting each candelabra till the room was engulfed with dozens of flickering lights that illuminating the gilded furniture and white marble walls. His father used the bed in the corner when a mistress was brought after his mother had died. He grabbed Claudes hand and brought to the bed. As they reached the bed he turned around and sat down on the edge, and placing his hands on Claudes beautiful sculpted chest. He played with his nipples before working his hand down and grabbing his cock. He loved the feel of the large member pulsing in his hand. He then slid off the edge and onto his knees, taking the throbbing cock into his watering mouth. The bitter sweet cum coating the tip tasted better than any wine or delicacy. A low moan escaped from deep within Claude's throat as his cock was being sucked savagely. His knees buckled with the pleasure. He almost exploded, but caught Louis's head in time. He pulled Louis up by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. "I shall return the favor, monsieur." Louis's grin engulfed his face and made his eyes glitter in the candlelight. How beautiful he seemed to Claude, almost too beautiful. He gently placed Louis's legs on to his strong shoulders and then lowered himself to where he was faced with the red center that stared back at him. He moved in, tongue exposed to lick the puckered rose and savor its taste. He began to push on it and then entered Louis with his tongue. He felt Louis's gasp of pleasure, more than hearing it. The scent of Louis invaded his nostrils, egging him on to continue, but it was too painful for him not to take his cock and push it into him. He stood up and bent over, placing a reassuring kiss on Louis's lips. He hoped that he wouldn't be hurt, although he knew that he would. Grabbing his cock into his hands, he then placed it at Louis's entrance to his whole being, still with Louis's ankles on his shoulders. He pushed it in to the first two inches and then waited for a reaction. Louis's face was full of pure pleasure and so he pushed in deeper till its full length was throbbing inside of his new lover. He then began to pull out and then push in, until a rhythm began and turning them into two somewhat graceful dancers intoxicated with ecstasy. After minutes went by, Claude released his cum deep inside Louis, upon which Louis released as well shooting cum onto his own chest. Claude leaned over, spent of all energy, and laid his head down on Louis's chest. He could feel the rapidly cooling sperm in between them. Neither one had ever felt that wonderful.
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