Holiday Romance

Holiday Romance

a story by plantagenet

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Holiday Romance

Simon's dad had a lucky break at work. His boss told him that he could take the two weeks' holiday that he had put in for, but it had to be immediately (another employee had unexpectedly cancelled his leave request). This was as good as a cash bonus because the high season, with its expensive travel and overpriced accommodation had not yet begun. He would have to take his son out of school for two weeks, but he was sure that Simon would not complain. Added to that, the resort in France he planned to visit would be almost deserted at this time of year. "We're going to France - tomorrow!" he told his wife and son gleefully.

Stopping his wife's objections with a wave of his hand, he added a sweetener. "And, since we will be among the first guests of the season, the resort we are booked into will give Simon his own full-time animateur"

Simon gave a half-smile, not sure whether this animateur guy was going to be a playmate or just a glorified babysitter - or worse, some kind of French tutor (or worse still, a girl!). His father had already explained the concept to him when the possibility of a French vacation first arose months earlier. An animateur is a young person, male or female, usually aged from 16 to 24, (often a University student or recent graduate) who spends a month or two at a resort with all board and lodging paid, in return for entertaining the children of the resort's guests. Americans might be familiar with the system of camp counsellors, only this wasn't a camp, it was one of the premier holiday spas on the Mediterranean coast of France.

A day later, after an uneventful plane trip and coach ride, the family of three descended on the four-star luxury resort. The manager greeted them effusively. "Ahh, bonjour, welcome to our English guests! Please to make this the holiday par excellence, monsieur and madame!" With that, he kissed Simon's father on both cheeks, then his mother. "And this must be Master Simon!", he gushed, seeing the boy emerge from behind his mother. "Julien! Your companion has arrived!", the manager called out. Through a doorway behind the front desk a good looking teen appeared, smiling broadly.

"Simon, it is tres bon to meet you!" the older boy declared, bending a little at the waist to kiss Simon on each of his now blushing cheeks. The English boy was still not quite recovered from the surprise of seeing his father kissed by the manager, and now he was receiving the same treatment! These French people sure were weird!

"Please to leave the luggages here, le garcon will take them to your suite and dispose of them carefully," the manager urged, taking Simon's parents by the elbows gently. "Come, join me for the little aperitifs in the bar, to unwind from your trip. Julien will show the youngster around the resort. I well know how much the youth enjoy the exploring". With that, Simon saw his folks whisked away for some much-needed alcoholic revitalisation, while Julien took his hand and led him through an arched doorway to the inner part of the resort. The boy looked down at the older teen's hand holding his, and up at his face in puzzlement.

"Do not be alarmed, ma cherie, your dear father has requested that you be immersed in the French culture. You are studying the French language next year at school, non?"

"Er, yes, I guess so. Do all boys, um..." he held up the hand that was being grasped by the teen.

"Hold the hands? But of course, cherie, we are not so...ah...reserved in our emotions as you English. We act from le couer, the heart, not so much from the cold rational brain." With that, the unlikely couple explored the grounds of the resort, Julien pointing out the features of the establishment as they strolled around, still holding hands. After half an hour, since dark was approaching, the two parted with a promise to meet at the swimming pool next morning. Simon rejoined his folks and ate a hearty dinner before retiring to watch some completely unintelligible French comedy on TV while his parents partied on in the bar with the manager.

"But...what are these, ma cherie? You are coming to swim, yes?" Julien spluttered when he beheld Simon in his extra-long floral-patterned boardshorts the next morning at one of the resort's pools. The French teen was already in the water, and grinning at Simon's swimwear. The oversized garment was pulled up to the boy's navel, yet still reached to a point midway down his shins. Simon looked down at the baggy bloomers and frowned.

"Er...this is my swimsuit. Is there, um, anything wrong with it?" the English lad faltered, wondering whether he was about to make a clumsy faux pas in this strange country.

Julien smiled at his young charge. "Perhaps it is a swimsuit in England, or in North America, but here - here in France boys wear something a little less... confining. If you want to stand out, and have everybody stare at you, then by all means keep these ...these monstrosities you are wearing now. But if you wish to fit in, you must wear what all boys wear. " With that, Julien swam to the side of the pool and in a single graceful movement lifted himself onto the side, dripping wet. Simon saw immediately what he was referring to. Julien was wearing what Simon would have called racing briefs - had they been a little larger. The garment's waist rested several inches below Julien's navel, and with the brief glance the boy had in the direction of the older teen's package, he imagined he could see a few auburn pubic hairs poking out over the hem.

"My goodness, those are very...um..." Simon began, trying to find a phrase for 'obscenely scanty', but his vocabulary wasn't up to the task. "Do, er, all boys here wear, um, that kind of swimsuit?"

"But of course! I do not mislead you, ma cherie!" Julien chided the smaller boy. "Come with me! We will obtain for you something a boy should wear, so you will not be the laughing-stock!" With that, he dropped the towel he had been using to dry off with, and took Simon's hand. The English boy was still not quite used to this continental custom of hand-holding between boys, but went along with it. It felt kind of nice, anyway, and reminded him of when he was much younger, when his mother took him for walks down the high street.

The resort had its own boutique, of course, for those many little items that one forgets to pack when taking a holiday. Sunglasses, hats, sandals and swimwear were very much in evidence, in all sizes, in addition to several displays of souvenirs and postcards. Julien pulled Simon into the shop and gushed over the display of boys' bathing suits on the racks.

"Look at these, cherie, they are tres fabulous! Do not worry about the price - it is to be included in the cost of your rooms." Julien held up a narrow ribbon of pale yellow nylon with a criss-cross orange pattern on the back. The sides were mere straps, the back barely large enough to cover half of his bottom cheeks, and the front pouch no larger than a pirate's eyepatch. "C'est perfection!" Julien declared, hustling Simon into a tiny changing room screened with a curtain. The confined space was not designed to accommodate two, even when one of the pair was a child, so some bumping of bodies inevitably took place before Julien began to undress Simon.

Feeling the lace cord of his boardies being undone by the older boy, Simon blushed and spun around (with difficulty) in the cramped quarters. "I can do it" he hastened to assure the French teen, untying the front of his swimsuit and edging it down his thighs. Julien, now directly behind the boy, got an eyeful of Simon's bare bottom as the English boy modestly changed into the brief Speedo. "Magnifique" murmured the teenager as he first beheld the pure creamy white derriere of the boy in front of him, who struggled to pull the skimpy bathers up his thighs. Soon, Simon was ready, even permitting Julien to manouver him around by holding his hips and turning him this way and that to examine the bathers carefully from all angles. Even though he was wearing a swimsuit, Simon felt naked in the tiny garment.

Asking the sales assistant to add the price of the swimwear to the family's room account, the two breezed out of the boutique, Julien carrying the offending boardshorts in one pair of fingers like a dead rat, and Simon's hand in the other. "It makes the freedom of movement, oui, cherie? Julien asked as the couple strolled back to the swimming area. "Now you will allow me to apply the sun lotion to your pale English skin, oui?

Not sure whether he should be offended, Simon tried to look at his bare back and thighs, twisting around, then conceded defeat. He was somewhat pasty-looking, he realised, when compared to the nicely tanned French teen. "Yes, please," he murmured, stretching out face down on his towel. Julien took to his task with pleasure, and his lotion-covered hand quickly found all of the areas of Simon's body that would otherwise have been covered by his boardshorts. Still, Simon thought it felt kind of nice, and didn't even mind when Julien's hand strayed a little close to the top of his thighs.

"Turn on your back, cherie," Julien whispered. Simon quickly complied, now relishing the feeling of being caressed by the sun lotion (and Julien's talented touches), conquering his initial reservations. Again, Julien's expert hands quickly found all the parts that rarely felt direct sunlight. As the French teenager's hands plied the soft skin at the top of Simon's thighs, the boy sighed, relaxing still further. One part of Simon that was not relaxing was his penis, which responded automatically to the stimulation produced by Julien's fingers and began to swell with blood as it thickened and lengthened. Simon was yet quite a few months short of puberty, and still thought of his penis as an organ only for pissing through, and occasionally a nuisance when it stiffened of its own accord for no apparent reason. He certainly enjoyed Julien's attentions, though, and the fact that his penis also enjoyed them was of no significance to the boy.

"Maintenant, we shall swim, cherie!" Julien declared, himself also suffering from a bulking out of the front of his bathing costume. The boys jumped into the pool, splashing each other before starting a swimming race. The two males frolicked in the water, oblivious to their surroundings as they cavorted and rough-housed around. Simon climbed up onto Julien's shoulders, urging the older boy to throw him off. Julien grabbed Simon around the waist and tipped him upside down before releasing him. To this, Simon retaliated by swimming between Julien's legs and pushing one of his feet off balance, dunking him.

After twenty minutes of hilarious horseplay, both boys called a truce and dragged themselves out of the water. "I yield, cherie, I yield!" Julien gasped, laughing, collapsing onto his towel. "England wins again!" yelled Simon triumphantly, punching the air. They lay back on their towels, still giggling and panting.

"We must have the sauna, to recover, cherie", Julien suggested as soon as he regained his breath.

"What's that?" Simon queried, propping himself up on one elbow. He had turned on his side when Julien spoke, and now gazed at the older boy's chiselled body, with open admiration and some envy.

"Come, I will show you. It will make the enjoyment for you", the French lad reassured Simon. Taking the younger boy's hand, Julien collected both towels and led Simon a little way towards a covered walkway, off which was a wooden room with a heavy door. "Here, cherie, is the sauna. It was invented by the Scandinavians, but we French perfected it. We shall go in". Simon followed Julien into the dimly lit room, and watched while the older boy spread their towels out on the wooden benches.

"And now, the heat!" Julien declared, switching on the element for the hot rocks. It only took a few minutes for the room to rise from cool to steamy, with Julien adding to the moisture content by ladling water onto the superheated stones. "It is tres pleasurable, oui?" Julien enquired of his younger charge as Simon lay almost dozing, face down on his towel.

"Oui" the English boy replied, testing out his modest command of the French language.

"Then this will double the pleasure" Julien responded, rising off his towel to sit by Simon. He began to gently knead the boy's back, before commencing a firmer rub, developing into an all-out massage. Simon was suprised initially, but quickly succumbed to the delights that the physical attention was engendering in him.

Julien enjoyed the massage every bit as much as the boy who was receiving it. His French lance had stiffened fully, and its head was now peeking out over the top of his bathing suit, glistening and shiny, a bead of moisture nestling in the pucker of his foreskin. The teen climbed over Simon's relaxed body, taking his weight on his knees and heels as he continued his seduction of the English boy, for that is what it was. Julien had seduced several boys since coming to live with his grand-uncle at the resort, most recently a blond Dutch boy of ten who squealed with delight when he first allowed Julien's hard weapon into his bottom. That seduction had taken three days - and even though Julien was sure Simon was a virgin, he estimated that the English boy currently moaning underneath his talented hands would not hold out as long as his Dutch predecessor.

Julien's hands ran the length of Simon's back and the sides of his ribcage, drawing deep sighs from the boy. Edging backwards to give himself some space, Julien's fingertips took hold of the hem of Simon's new bathers, and began to pull them down, uncovering the boy's pale bottom cheeks.

"No...don't..." Simon whimpered half-heartedly, but Julien was not about to tolerate any resistance. Simon reached his hands back to his tiny swimsuit and clutched at it in a vain attempt to stop from being undressed, but Julien quietened him with a whisper.

"Do not worry, cherie, I will give you the feelings tres bon", the teen urged as he carefully peeled Simon's fingers off the nylon material and continued his earlier task of pulling the bathing suit down to the top of Simon's thighs. "You will have the sensations magnifique, cherie, only wait", he added, as Simon allowed his hands to fall back onto the towel. Julien proceeded to rub the boy's bottom, making Simon moan as he realised how good it actually felt.

When Julien edged back a little further and pulled the boy's bathers down to mid-thigh, there was no protest this time, not even a feeble one. Julien continued his ministrations on the backs of Simon's upper thighs, pulling the yellow bathing suit down a little with each pass. Soon the boy's skimpy covering was around his ankles, then off completely, as Julien savoured the nakedness which he had earlier seen in the boutique. Now the boy belonged to him. He slipped his own bathers off and gently turned the boy over onto his back.

Although still an innocent, Simon was no fool. He knew quite well that what the two of them were doing had gone beyond boyish playing and was now encroaching on the territory of sex. Part of Simon's mind, the tiny voice of reason, knew he should stop Julien, that he should call out loudly for a policeman, or an adult, like they had warned him at school. But the rest of his mind was intent on silencing that tiny voice and letting Julien carry on. Simon's little penis was erect, curving over his bare pubic mound and pointing towards his navel. Whatever was going to happen, Simon decided that he wanted it to happen.

Julien stretched out alongside his younger friend, then turned towards him, propping his head on his open hand. His free hand traced circles and lines on Simon's chest and tummy, making the boy gasp and sigh. Julien's mature erection resting on Simon's upper thigh - to Simon it felt hot, like a branding iron marking his leg. He wondered if it would leave an imprint, a red weal to show where it had lain.

Julien took Simon's chin in his fingertips and turned his head towards his own. "And now for your first French lesson, cherie", he whispered as his lips closed the space to the English boy's cherry red lips, and kissed him.

We're actually doing it, was Simon's last coherent thought for some minutes as Julien's tongue invaded his mouth, making the younger boy swoon with lust. Julien's hand wandered around on the front of the boy's body, drawing more circles around his small, taut nipples before venturing further down.

Removing his lips and tongue from the boy's mouth, Julien kissed and licked the side of Simon's face up to his earlobe, sucking it into his mouth, giving Simon a shiver. "Did you know that we French invented the kissing, cherie?" he murmured into the boy's ear.

"Uhh..." was all the young lad could reply, as Julien was now using his tongue to play with Simon's earlobe, while running his fingers lightly over Simon's erect penis.

"Here is another French invention, cherie", Julien murmured as he kissed his way down the English boy's chest to his navel and beyond, closing his lips around Simon's penis.

"Ohhh!" the lad moaned as he felt Julien's talented Gallic tongue swirl around his stiff little dagger of flesh. Simon's only rational thought was that this was the greatest sensation he had ever felt in his life. He pushed his hips forward a little to try to get more of his hard little dick inside Julien's mouth, only to find that Julien released him completely, to murmur a few words.

"Permit me to make the greater comfort, cherie," the teen said as he swung his body around into the classic sixty-nine position, or as Julien put it, 'le soixante-neuf'. As soon as Simon felt Julien's mouth return to his stiffie, he saw Julien's rampant Gallic tool right in front of his face. It took but a second for him to overcome any reservations he may have had about taking another boy's penis in his mouth - after all, Julien was working wonders on his own erection, he was only returning the favour.

Julien's penis jumped when Simon touched it with his lips, so to save his eye being put out, he gently took the teen's cock in his fingers and guided it between his lips. He tried to imitate what Julien was doing to him, as he didn't want to appear too inexperienced - mustn't let the side down, after all, he thought. That was his last clear thought for a few minutes as he worked his tongue on the big penis now invading his mouth.

"Mmmm, cherie, c'est magnifique," Julien murmured as he released the younger boy's stiff tool but kept his own within Simon's mouth, since he felt his orgasm nearing. His hand, which had been rubbing the boy's bottom, moved upwards to hold the back of his young friend's head as he spurted his french cream into Simon's mouth. The inexperienced boy coughed at first, but then swallowed, as his own dry climax shook his hips. He maintained his lip lock on the teen's softening dick until Julien pulled his face away.

"Darling, that was a most beautiful gift. Are you sure that you have no French blood in your veins?" Julien quizzed the boy. "There are many French boys who do not suck so well as you. You are very gifted, cherie" Simon blushed under the barrage of praise, and as a result of Julien's post-climactic embrace, felt no guilt over what they had just done, only pleasure; that of giving and receiving.

"Enough of this - let us dip in the pool, then find some food, oui?" The idea of food stirred Simon out of his blissful lethargy, so he jumped up off the wooden bench and allowed Julien to dress him, giggling as the teen tucked his stiffie into the skimpy bathing suit.

"Yours is soft," Simon observed, helping Julien dress.

"It is, ma cherie, but not for long. We shall swim, then eat, then make love! That is the French way!" Julien led Simon back to the pool, their handholding now taking on a deeper meaning. In the water, the two boys found plenty of excuses to touch each other, at first on their bare backs and legs, but then, as they grew bolder, dipping their hands into the front of each other's bathers and stroking each other's virile weapons.

It was Julien who called a halt to their mutual fun first - he did not want to waste he second load of cum in the pool's water, as he had a more pleasurable destination in mind for it. "Come cherie, let us find food before we perish of starvation," he suggested, and Simon, a typical boy, eagerly agreed. They swam to the side of the pool and exited, the older boy enveloping the younger in his big fluffy towel. At first, Simon thought that he would wear the towel over his shoulders when they went to the cafeteria, to cover his body a little, but then he decided that no, while in this country he would act like a French boy. With a smile at his older friend, he dropped the towel on the grass and held out his hand for Julien to take.

"Tres bien, cherie, let us go!". He took the English lad's hand and led him to the luncheon dining room, where they boys feasted on salads, fruit juice, cold meats and sliced fruit, some of which Simon had never tasted before. After their meal, Julien suggested a brief nap, which he explained was a common Continental custom in the early afternoon. Simon's face fell - he did not want to waste even a moment sleeping when there was the possibility of more fun to be had with the French teen, when Julien explained that they would nap together...in his room.

Taking the excited boy's hand, Julien led Simon back to his own room in a back area behind the reception desk. "Here we are, cherie," Julien declared, sitting on the side of his bed. "Come closer, my darling one," he urged the younger boy, and Simon willingly complied, standing between the teen's knees, smiling expectantly. "Now this is how a Frenchman undresses his lover, cherie, " Julien explained, hooking his fingers into the side straps of Simon's bathing suit and pulling them downwards slowly, making the boy giggle.

"You're giving me another stiffie," Simon smirked, as he wiggled his hips to allow his still-damp bathers to be stripped off him more easily. Julien grinned as Simon's penis came into view, springing upwards even as the wispy material moved downwards. The teen let the bathing suit fall to Simon's ankles, then held the boy's hand for balance as he delicately stepped out of them.

"And now moi," Julien spoke simply, changing places with the naked English boy, relishing the feeling as his young friend repaid the compliment by pulling the teen's speedos down. Simon's fingertips combed through Julien's scant pubes as he drew the front of the bathers down, then tugged them all the way off. The French youth stood before his latest conquest, his penis pumping upwards towards the horizontal. Simon licked his lips in greedy anticipation

"Can we do that...number thing we did before?" the boy asked as he gently held Julien's hardening prick in his dainty hand.

Julien paused for a moment, then realised what the boy was talking about. "Ah, mas oui, permit me to lie down first, cherie, then you can lay on top - you are the lighter one. Simon jumped aside to let Julien climb onto his bed, then reversed into position, carefully placing his knees on the pillow, his thighs on either side of his older lover's head. He was delighted to feel the same rush of sensation as before, when Julien's lips closed on his little penis again. He looked down just in time to avoid his eye being put out by the head of Julien's dick, which was now being pushed upwards by the French teen's hips. Simon smiled as he grasped it gently by the base and guided it to his mouth. He hummed with satisfaction as he worked his lips along the length, as far as he could, only about three inches. It was sufficient for Julien, however, who admired the boy's rapid adoption of oral sex, after only one lesson.

"Your lips are as heaven, cherie," Julien murmured, releasing Simon's tool for a moment before sucking the boy's small testicles, one at the time. Simon responded by letting another half-inch of Julien's cock into his mouth. Julien, meanwhile, added to his sucking of Simon's little balls by reaching his hands around Simon's waist and rubbing the boy's bottom, his fingertips grazing along Simon's crack. Each time his fingertips hit the English boy's pucker, his little body shivered. Anticipation? wondered Julien. He hoped so. He also hoped that this boy proved to be as enthusiastic as the Dutch boy was. Ah, Carl, you were such a delight, Julien thought, moving his mouth back to Simon's stiff penis. Such a treasure, even though you screamed for your mother when I penetrated you. I would have stopped if you asked, but you begged me to continue. Let us hope the English boy has your courage, mon ami.

"I am ready, cherie," Julien advised the boy. "Let us finish together," he said, licking the boy's stiffie to a dry climax as his own juices spurted into Simon's mouth. The boy kept his lips around the French teen's cock as it squirted, savouring every drop. Finding that no more semen was forthcoming, Simon licked all around the base of Julien's cock, then his balls, before reversing himself and nestling in Julien's arms, who cuddled the boy closely.

"That was...really lovely," Simon murmured as Julien caressed his back. "I suppose...I ought to be getting back soon. Mum will be wondering where I am. Can we...do this again tomorrow? Please?"

Julien kissed the boy on the forehead, after brushing his hair aside. "Of course, cherie, every day that you stay here. It will be my delight," he answered, feeling the boy's body tremble. "You are sure there is no French blood in you? You make love like a natural Frenchman," Julien praised him.

Simon giggled. "No blood, no. But there is some of your stuff in my tummy," he grinned as he snuggled closer, briefly, before disentangling himself and climbing off Julien's bed. "I should check in with Mum now. I don't know what they've got planned for this evening. If I can, I'll...come and see you?" The plea in the boy's voice was evident, making Julien more confident of reaching his ultimate goal.

"But of course, cherie. Put on your bathers and I will walk with you back to your apartment," Jullien suggested.

"You had better get dressed too, if you're coming with me!" Simon chuckled as the naked teen hauled himself off his bed. "I don't know if my mother is quite ready to see this particular French landmark!"

The two swimsuit clad boys walked hand-in-hand back to Simon's family's rooms, where Simon intruduced Julien to his mother (again). The sight of her son holding hands with the French boy, and wearing what looked to her to be a little girl's knickers, gave Simon's mum the germ of an idea. "Would you like something to eat, er, Julien, a pastry perhaps?"

"Merci, Madame, but non, I have delivered your son back to the bosom of his family and I shall now depart, my grand-uncle has chores for me to accomplish" the teen replied graciously.

"Do you have to go so soon?" Simon asked, still holding Julien's hand more tightly now, another gesture not lost on his mother. The protuberance at the front of Simon's bathers was also not lost on her.

"We shall see each other again in the morning, Simon. Bright and early. There is so much for us to do," Julien answered, releasing the boy's hand. Julien gave a small bow to Simon's mother, then kissed Simon on both cheeks, holding the boy's shoulders as he did so. "Au revoir," he said as he departed. Simon moped over to a settee, ignoring the delicious pastry his mother had set out on the kitchen bench. That was the clincher, as far as she was concerned. When a twelve year old boy ignores food, he must be in love, she decided.

"Simon, darling," she said, sitting next to her son on the settee, "it's so nice to see you enjoying your holiday. I must admit, I was a little worried when your father said we were travelling in the off season, worried that you might not find anyone to, er, make friends with. But I'm glad to see that you've found a...companion, in Julien."

Simon turned to his mother. "He's really nice, Mum. I...like Julien. A lot."

"I'm sure you do, dear. It's written all over your face. Darling, there's...something I've wanted to tell you for...quite a while, and I think this is a good time. The perfect time, in fact. It's about something that happened when I was about your age. My parents took my younger brother Jimmy and I-"

"Uncle James?" the boy interrupted. He was fond of his uncle, but hadn't seen him for a few months.

"Yes, Uncle James," she continued. "Grandpa and Grandma took us to France for a holiday, oh, ages ago now, but we couldn't afford to stay in an upscale resort like this one, we stayed with a French family on their farm."

"A farm? What did they grow?" the boy asked.

"Lavender," his mum answered. "Fields and fields of it. The scent of it was...unforgettable. But that was not the only part of that holiday that was unforgettable. What I am about to tell you is for your ears only. Your father does not know about this...episode...in my life, nor does he need to. The less your father has to worry about, the better. Do you understand me, Simon?

"Of course, Mum, it's just between us."

"Very well. Now, the French family we stayed with had two children, a girl, she was the older, about seventeen, I think, and a boy, he was a year older than Jimmy, that would make him fourteen at the time. Grandma and Grandad took the guest room, I shared Lisette's room, and Jimmy bunked in an attic room over the barn with Jean-Luc. I won't confuse you with all the gory details, the point of the story is that I had a...well, nowadays it would be called a 'fling', I suppose, an adolescent romance, with Lisette. We shared more than just a bed, we were, ah, lovers. For ten wonderful days."

Simon's brow furrowed in perplexity. "Er, how do girls have sex with each other?"

Simon's mum frowned. "Never you mind. I'm sure you'll find out for yourself when you're ready. The point I really wanted to make is that while I was, er, having it away with Lisette, Jimmy was doing the same with Jean-Luc up in the barn. From what Jimmy told me later, they went at it like rabbits the whole time. Every morning Jimmy would come down to breakfast walking very carefully but with a big smile on his face. I found out later that the two boys were getting changed for bed on the first night of our holiday when Jean-Luc said that he slept nude, and stripped off completely. Jimmy followed suit, and they kept each other awake half the night...doing...what boys do."

"But...but...Uncle James is married now! He's got...two kids!" Simon gasped, incredulous.

"So? That's what I'm getting at, dear. It was a holiday romance. It didn't mean that Jimmy was gay, any more than what I did with Lisette made me...a lesbian. God I hate that word! No, Jimmy just had two weeks of fun with another boy. They both enjoyed it, and it seemed to do Jimmy no lasting harm. Well, as you say, he's now a married man, and a father. So what I'm getting at, darling, is that I've seen the way you are with that French boy..."

"Julien," Simon sighed.

"Yes, Julien, and I'm sure he's a wonderful young man. I want to reassure you that you can have a...well, a physical friendship with him while we are here in France, without worrying that it will mean that you won't grow up to marry and have a family of your own, just like your Uncle James. It's a brief fling, a one-off. Just like going to a nude beach while you're on a holiday in another country where nobody knows you."

Simon gasped. "A nude beach? You mean...there really are nude beaches? Are there any here?"

His mum laughed aloud. "Ha ha, of course there are, France is loaded with them, nothing like home."

"You mean, people just go to the beach and take all their clothes off? Really? Men and...ladies too?"

"And girls, and boys as well. If we get the chance, would you like to visit one? And Julien can come too, of course. You don't have to answer right away, think about it and tell me when you're ready. Don't leave it too late, though."

"Has Dad, er, noticed, um, me and Julien?" Simon asked warily.

Simon's mum's laugh was more genuine this time. "Your father? Hah! An elephant could have a baby in the room and he wouldn't notice! No, darling, don't worry about your father, you just do what makes you happy. In fact, I think I'll suggest to your father that he and I take a trip up the coast tonight, there's a casino I'm dying to visit, and I know your father likes the baccarat tables. After we've been there a few hours, and had a few drinkies, I'll suggest to him that it's too late and too dark to drive back here, so we'll take a room at the casino's hotel. I'll ask the manager here if he can assign Julien to look after you for an overnight, and the two of you can...enjoy each other's company without the worry of us old people barging in on you and interrupting your fun. How does that sound, love?"

Simon grinned. When his mother told him about what she and Uncle Jimmy had got up to with their respective lovers, he sprung an erection, and was worried his mother might see it. But now, having listened to everything she said and her plans for the evening, he felt liberated, as though he could stand up in his tiny swimsuit in front of her and not be worried or fearful at all. "It sounds great, Mum. Can I tell Julien?"

"Give me five minutes to tell the manager first, dear. Why don't you change out of those bathers before you poke a hole in the front of them, sweetie, and put your good slacks on, the fawn ones, and that polo shirt you've got goes nicely with it. Off you go!" Simon stood up, stretching his arms ostentatiously to give his mother a good look at the front of his bathers, where his little erection was indeed pushing the front of the material into a point. She laughed and gave him a playful slap on the bottom. "Off with you!" she said, as she reached for the phone.

The arrangements fell into place more smoothly than Simon had hoped. His limited experience of such matters suggested that whenever something good was about to happen, it managed to get fouled up somehow. But his mother had smoothed the way: the manager agreed to release Julien for the night, in fact, he insisted upon it; Julien was delighted and eager at the prospect of debauching the boy in his parents' bed; Simon's Dad was enthusiastic about the casino trip; as it turned out, Simon found himself alone in his apartment, opening the door to Julien shortly after four in the afternoon.

"Ah, cherie, your mama, she is a wise woman, oui?" he greeted his young friend as he entered the boy's apartment, carrying a small white dish. Overcoming a momentary hesitation, Simon clasped Julien around the waist, resting his head on the teen's chest.

"What's that?" Simon asked, nodding his head towards the dish.

"It is duck fat, cherie. I collected a small amount of it from the kitchen. They will not miss it," Julien explained, thinking his meaning would be clear.

"Have we got time to...you know...before supper?" Simon murmured, still clinging to Julien.

Julian hugged his young conquest tightly. "If we must, ma cherie, we will have supper delivered to us and dine in bed, while we make love," he answered, guiding the boy towards the master bedroom door. Julien had cleaned many of the apartments, and so knew their layouts intimately. The two lovebirds stood alongside the bed, Simon wondering what to do next, Julien considering which was the best way to fuck a virgin as he placed thesmall tray of grease on the side table. Obviously, they must undress first. "May I remove your clothing, cherie?" Julien asked, but without waiting for a reply slid Simon's shirt up his chest and over his head, the boy raising his arms to help. "And now, the trousers, s'il vous plait?" Simon stood quietly while the teenager unzipped him and pulled his pants down to his knees. "Ah, the little soldier, he stands to attention, oui?" the teen joked, referring to Simon's dick.

"I've...been hard for a couple of hours, waiting...for you!" Simon admitted bravely. "But now you're here, and mum and dad are gone!" Neeing no further reassurance, Julien stripped off his clothes and dropped them on the floor. He pulled the bedcovers back and pulled the now naked Simon onto the bed with him, letting the boy lie on top. Simon wasted no time before kissing the teenager, wriggling his lower body around as he did so.

After steadily snogging for a few minutes, Simon took a breather. He rested his chin on Julien's shoulder and sighed. Julien took his opportunity with the pause in proceedings by asking the boy if he was ready to broaden their love play. "Okay!" the boy replied eagerly, thinking that they were going to sixty-nine again. Mutual sucking had quickly become the boy's favourite, but he was also eager to experience whatever new techniques Julien had in mind.

Julien caressed the boy's bottom with both hands, then suggested that they roll over, thus placing the boy underneath him. Resting the weight of his upper body on his elbows, Julien inserted his knees between Simon's thighs and proceeded to rock back and forth over Simon's body, rubbing their stomachs (and their stiff penises) together. ""Mmmm, that feels nice," Simon purred as Julien's cock rubbed across his hairless scrotum and alongside his three-inch boner. Julien decided that the boy was relaxed enough, so he reached for the boy's leg and raised it upwards, taking the back of the boy's knee in the crook of his elbow. "What are you doing?" Simon asked.

"Shh, cherie, we are going to make love," the older boy replied as he perfomed the same manouver on Simon's other leg. Simon's thighs were now spread wide apart. "Now, my darling, reach for the duck fat and take some on your fingers". The boy did as requested, giggling at the slimy feeling of the makeshift lubricant. "Now, Simon, reach down between us and put the fat on the head of my weapon."

"It's slippery,"Simon observed, still thinking that they were playing some kind of game. "Your...thing is so hot, it's making the fat go all melted and runny," the boy added.

"Tres bon," Julien whispered, holding himself back from the sensations of the boy's fingers slathering goo all over his cockhead. He did not want to explode prematurely. He briefly recalled the night he enjoyed with the blond Dutch boy, whom he had fucked on the grass by the swimming pool in the moonlight. The little fellow had put so much enthusiasm into lubrucating his dick that Julien almost spurted prematurely. He was not about to make the same misjudgement with this English lad. "It is time, my love," he whispered, his face alongside Simon's head. "We shall make beautiful love in your parents' bed. Use your hands to bring the head of my weapon to your bottom opening. You may feel the slight discomfort, at first, but it will be overlooked when your passion rises."

Simon trusted Julien, and so did not question this unusual plan. But in his mind, he was puzzled. Why, he wondered, did Julien want to put the head of his thing at my bottom hole? As he aligned the French teen's cock with his tight, sensitive anus, and felt his new friend begin to push through the tiny ring of muscle, the explanation burst into his mind. "OH!" the startled boy called out as he instantly understood, both mentally and physically, what Julien meant to do, and what lovemaking between two boys actually involved.

"Ohhh!" he cried again, not so loudly, as Julien pushed his whole glans inside Simon's arsehole. The French boy's cock was slender, with an arrowhead-shaped glans, perfect for deflowering young boys. The duck fat performed its task admirably.The ring of Simon's anus gave up readily - it had never been invaded in that direction before, and was unprepared to resist. And Simon did not want to resist, in any case: the first sensation he felt was not pain, or even discomfort, it was heat. His anal ring felt very hot, as though Julien's cock (another two inches of which had now penetrated Simon's bum) was super hot, hotter than when Simon had sucked it previously.

While Simon distracted himself by pondering all of these new feelings, Julien pressed home his advantage, seating his six-and-a-half inch french sausage all the way inside Simon's warm anal passage. When his sparse pubic hairs scraped on the underside of Simon's scrotum, he paused. "Ahh, cherie, I am fully inside of you. The pain, it subsides, oui?" the teen whispered to his latest conquest.

"It...it feels okay," Simon observed. "Kind of hot, and a bit, uh, stretchy, you know? But...I like it in me. Um, what do you...I mean, what happens now?"

"Now, the lovemaking, it begins," Julien answered, shifting his weight to rest on his knees and slowly withdrawing his cock a few inches before punching it back into Simon's bottom. Shocked by the sudden movement, Simon gasped, then moaned as Julien repeated the action. The French teen pushed in again, as Simon wrapped his slender arms around his lover's neck in an effort to maintain his position. Julien established a rhythm now, pushing in quickly and retracting slowly, eliciting a moan each time from Simon, whose body was beginning to respond at a primal level to its first fucking.

"Ohh...ohh...ohhh...ohhh" the boy moaned as Julien pumped his duck-fat greased cock into Simon's virgin arsehole. The bed shook back and forth, like a living being, almost participating in the act of teen/boy coitus. Simon's moans turned to high-pitched sighs, "aii...aii..aii..aii" as his ravaged, superheated bottom began to spasm. His anal ring, at first loosened, now clamped around Julien's cock, squeezing the cum out of it. With a final "Aiiaah," Simon arched his hips before slumping to the bed, releasing his grip on Julien's neck. Julien's cock shuddered out its final few spurts of semen into the boy's anus, before the teen collapsed onto the boy's sweaty body.

The two lovers lay joined for some minutes before Julien's cock softened sufficiently to remove it from Simon's bum. After it plopped out, Julien rolled off the boy and lay, taking long, deep breaths, by his side. Simon's hand found Julien's, and held it. When he regained his breath, Simon reached over and lay his head on Julien's chest, his free hand flat on the teen's nipple."Th...thank you for using the duck fat," the English boy finally whispered. Julien raised his free hand and tousled Simon's damp hair.

"It makes the coupling less painful, cherie. A thoughtful lover is always careful to do this. And a French lover is always thoughtful, oui?"

Simon caressed the older boy's chest, twirling his fingers in the half-dozen or so hairs he found between the teen's nipples, then tracing his fingers downwards, following the trail to Julien's pubes.The boy hefted Julien's flaccid cock in his fingers, feeling the weight of the now docile tool. "It's hard to believe all this went inside me," Simon murmured, half to himself. Simon grunted a non-commital reply. "Is there...any more duck fat?" the boy asked as the fleshy weapon in his hand began to swell and lengthen. Julien chuckled as he rolled onto his knees and lifted Simon, giggling again, onto all fours.

"There is always more duck fat," Julien replied as he lined up his now hardened member with the boy's slightly relaxed arsehole. A few drops of his semen squeezed out as he pushed into the boy's bottom for the second time, his hands on the boy's hips for balance.

"What if...uhh, uhh, uhh...what if we run out of duck fat?" the boy gasped as his body was shaken back and forth by Julien's almost savage penetrations. The French teen reached around Simon's hips to grasp his little tool and manipulate it into hardness. Simon moaned as Julien began rubbing his erection in time with his thrusts.

"Should we...uhhh...uhhh...use all of our duck fat...uhhh...uhhh...then we shall...uhhh...uhhh...call room service...uhhh...uhhh...for more," Julien gasped between thrusts. With his free hand he pulled Simon's shoulder back until the boy was kneeling up, his back pressed against Julien's chest. Simon's gasps were interspersed with moans as Julien began sucking on the side of his throat, giving the boy a sensation he had never experienced (in a day that was already chock to the brim with new experiences), Instead of squirming away from the almost painful biting feeling on the side of his neck, Simon wanted more. He wanted more of all of it, the big penis pushing up into his bottom, the long slender fingers on his erection, rippling up and down, the scratchiness of Julien's pubic hair on his rump, all of it.

"Faster," Simon moaned, "go faster, Julien, please, aaahhh, yess". The twelve-year-old English boy who left the shores of his homeland only days before as a naive, prepubescent, passionless child, had blossomed into a wanton satyr, a sexually-charged boy-minx who participated fully in his own sexual awakening. The combination of being wanked, being fucked and having his neck bitten pushed Simon over the top for the second time that afternoon, as his hips jerked backwards, impaling his anus on his teen lover's cock.

The two sweaty bodies slumped forwards onto the bed, with Julien spooning behind Simon, still joined to him, still fondling his litle penis. Even though they had not eaten their supper, the boys dozed off for an hour before Julien's stomach grumbled. Simon giggled, "I can feel your tummy!". Julien made as if to rise from the bed, but Simon protested. "Don't pull him out - leave him in there a bit longer. I...like the feel of him," the boy explained, snuggling backwards as he pressed his bottom towards Julien's loins, trying to hold the French teen's cock inside his warm depths.

"Mmmm, cherie mon amour, your derriere is indeed a pleasure, but if we do not appear at the dining room in...twenty minutes, we will have to settle for leftovers, and tonight my grand-uncle has told chef to prepare for us the special meal," Julien begged as he withdrew his softened cock from the boy's arse. "Let us shower together, and prepare our dress". Simon giggled again as he pictured himself in a dress, then realised that Julien meant 'clothes'. The two lovers raced each other to the bathroom and tumbled into the shower. Simon insisted on washing the object of his desire personally, paying careful attention to Julien's cock as the two bathed in record time.

The manager of the resort smiled broadly as the two boys, with their hair combed and faces glowing (and youthful bodies neatly attired), arrived for their evening meal. Simon ate everything that was put in front of him, not knowing what half of it was (nor daring to ask), basking in the glow of first love. He had the strongest feeling that what he felt for Julien was not just a holiday romance, as his mother suggested it would be, but something much more profound. He had no grand illusions about spending the rest of his life with the French teenager - he knew that he would be back in his own home, his own village in England before the month was out. But he was sure that his life's direction had changed irrevocably, and that unlike Uncle James, he would not be putting his gay fling behind him and settling down with a wife and two point four children.

After Chef had forced the boys to take seconds on dessert, the two lovers quickly made their way back to Simon's apartment. Simon tore his clothes off as soon as the door shut behind them, hoping that Julien was ready for a night of passion. The teenager in question was, sadly, more interested in watching that evening's first division soccer match on cable TV, so he suggested that they undress and watch the game before going to bed for more lovemaking.Simon agreed, trying to appear satisfied with that answer. Switching the television on, Julien suggested that Simon might like to suck his cock for him while he watched the game. As they were both naked, and Simon was horny, he agreed. The two naked boys made a curious pair: one with his face in the other's lap, the other roaring curses at the patently incompetent referees on the sports channel, his hands on the back and side of Simon's head, guiding the boy's mouth as it practiced his recently learned skills. Just as the Paris-St Germain striker's volley swooshed into the back of the goal net, Julien ejaculated with a victory whoop!, holding Simon's head in place as the boy swallowed down his lover's third emission of the evening.

Simon was still new enough to the world of male sexual performance that he did not realise that a teenager's equipment, while frequently aroused, needed occasional replenishment, and it was that replenishment that Julien begged for now. "Sleep, ma cherie, I need the sleep! Let us go to the bedroom to rest, and I will be able to fill your hot derriere in the morning." Simon reluctantly let Julien's cock slip out of his mouth, and followed him into his parents' bedroom where the two boys fell into bed and hugged. Simon was disappointed to hear Julien softly snoring within minutes. He took the sleeping teen's soft cock carefully in his hand and cuddled up to it, soon dropping off to sleep himself.

The boys overslept; the first they knew of it was Simon's mum tapping softly at the bedroom door. She and Simon's dad had driven back to the resort from the casino at first light, and now she had caught the two boys in bed together, naked. She paused for a moment to take a mental photo of the scene. 'Just like Jimmy', she thought as she noted her son's elegant fingers clasping Julien's balls as he lay curled alongside the teen. She entered the room and sat on the side of the bed, playfully swatting her son on the bare behind to wake him up. "Right, you two, let's not lie in bed all day!" The french teen, showing characteristic Gallic aplomb, took in the situation and understood immediately. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he rose from the bed, not bothering to hide his half erect cock, and bade Simon's mum a 'bonjour, madame' before hugging an equally naked Simon to himself.

"I trust you enjoyed your trip, Madame?" the teen calmly asked, now that both boys were off the bed and standing naked in front of her.. His arm curved over the smaller boy's shoulder, his hand cupping the boy's tummy in a proprietorial way that Simon's mum did not overlook. Simon held the hand in place with one of his own, not embarrassed by his own erection which now pointed straight at his mother. She smiled and replied that it had been a great night out.

"Where's dad?" Simon could resist asking no longer.

"I took him straight to the dining room for an early breakfast. He didn't fancy what the casino was offering, he preferred the food here. I think you two should freshen up, hmm? And Simon, make sure you put some of my foundation cream on your neck, darling, before your father sees that hickey. Julien, make sure he does, love."

Julien gave a little bow from the waist. "Merci, Madame. Come, Simon, let us attend to our toilette," he suggested, putting an arm around Simon's bare shoulder to direct him towards the bathroom. The sight of the two naked bottoms moving towards the shower gave Simon's mum another smile. She was gone when the boys emerged twenty minutes later, but she had left a note on the table: "Breakfast" was all it said. Simon wasn't sure whether she meant that she had gone to breakfast, or that she wanted the two boys to have breakfast, but he was sure of one thing - he was hungry!

When the boys reached the dining room, Simon's parents had already finished eating and gone. Julien's grand-uncle visited the boys' table as they ate their ham and cheese croissants and told them that Simon's parents had already departed for the local museum and art gallery, and would see them at lunchtime. "Excuse me, sIr," Simon asked the manager after he had delivered his message, "may I have some duck fat please?" The manager smiled broadly and said that chef would send a dish out to their table personally. Jamming the last of their breakfasts into their mouths, and armed with the little dish of duck fat, the two boys raced back to Simon's apartment. The boys had only worm bathing suits and long t-shirts to breakfast, so it took them mere seconds to undress.

The boys hugged before walking over to the double bed. Lying down alongside each other, Simon turned to Julien and propped himself up on one elbow. He took Julien's half-hard cock in one hand, with an easy familiarity, and posed an important question to his teen lover. "Has he had enough rest, do you think, Julien?"

Amused by the serious face Simon wore, he answered with equal gravity. "Let us find out, cherie. Apply the duck fat, s'il vous plait." Simon's face split in a grin on hearing that instruction. He dipped his fingertips into the dish and painted the french teen's now-stiff cock as Julien lay back on the bed. "Now, cherie, I am still weary from the exertions of yestereve, so you must carry the effort. Throw your leg over me, just so." Simon now sat astride his lover, wondering what he was supposed to do. Julien explained. "Lift your bottom up, and reach under to find my weapon. Bon. Now put the head of my lance to your hole, and sit. Let him enter even as you lower yourself. Ahhh, tres bien, it rises into your warmth, ahhh, bon, now lift up your bottom, tres bon, ahhh" Further instruction proved superfluous as Simon immediately gasped the mechanics of the operation. He was delighted that he could now control the speed of insertion and withdrawal, the depth of penetration and the tiny pause after each plunge. He placed the flat of his palms on Julien's nipples and began riding the french boy, making a little gasp of 'oh!' every time his bottom hit Julien's loins.

Simon's gasps soon eclipsed the squeaks of the bedsprings. Julilen lay back and marvelled at the English boy's capacity for lust. Simon bounced and grunted, letting Julien's cock penetrate him deeply every time he lowered his bottom onto the teen's thighs. Julien began moaning in French, something about having the seed wrenched out of his balls. Simon wasn't thinking about balls, or even about his own little penis. His thoughts were focussed on the warmth, the heat, coming from the friction generated in his anus. It spread like the warmth of a hot cocoa on a chilly night, only instead of his throat and tummy feeling the heat, it was his bottom - the warmth spread upwards to his belly and downwards to his thighs. He threw his head back as he jerked his hips up and down, showing his anus no mercy, only craving that heat.

"Uh, cherie, I beg of you," Julien moaned, having already oozed out a cum in the boy's bottom and now being ridden to the point of pain, "un petit pause, cherie, s'il vous plait." Simon sighed and collapsed on top of Julien's sweaty torso. he had not had an orgasm himself, not like before, but something different, a glow that started in his anal ring and spread throughout his skinny body. He took pity on Julien and lifted himself off the french lad's cock, which plopped out wetly.

In the days that followed that momentous night (and revelatory morning) Simon and Julien were inseparable. Simon rarely wore anything more in the daytime than his brief bathing suit and a singlet with thin shoulder straps and deep armpits which concealed very little. His mother conceded that the boy needed to wear little else, and took him to the boutique to buy a couple more pair of the skimpy swimsuits, so that she could at least have one in the wash every other day. Simon acceded to her first purchase, a light blue pair similar to the ones Julien got for him, but insisted on making his own selection for the next pair. He found a flamboyant little number in an abstract design of red, pink and apricot squares, and simply had to have it. His mother smiled, amused that Simon did not notice it was in fact a bikini bottom, the spaghetti ties at the sides confirming her suspicion. "I like this one, Mum - can I have it?" Of course, she paid for both.

The swimming pool, the dining room, the bedroom (either Julien's or Simon's) - Simon's mum could pretty much guarantee where the boy would be if she needed to find him, which was not often. She also managed to keep Simon's father occupied and away from the two lovebirds, not difficult when the bar at the resort was open 22 hours a day. When the sad day arrived for their departure, Simon and Julien exchanged email addresses and hugged chastely (because Simon's dad was right there, waiting in the car).

"Bonjour, cherie," were the last words Simon heard Julien utter. The trip back to England was sombre. Simon's mum drove, his dad was passed out in the passenger seat, which was just as well, because he wasn't a very good traveller. By next morning, the family had arrived back at their own house. After unpacking the car and opening all the house windows and doors to air the place out, Simon's mum checked her email account.

"Oh, Simon, can you come in here, please?" she called her son to the study. She had been concerned about what her son would do, now that he no longer had a boyfriend. She didn't want him to retreat into his shell, nor did she want the opposite, a tearaway who slept with any boy who was available. One of the emails in her inbox gave her an idea.

"Yes, mum?" the boy said.

"Darling, Uncle Jimmy sent me a note to ask how out trip was. Rather than writing everything down, and trying to download our photos from the camera, I thought it might be nice if you got on your bike and rode over and told him all about it in person. Your father and I are still tired from the drive."

"Okay, mum," Simon said, agreeably. "Should I get changed first?"

"No, darling, you're fine like that." Simon's mum knew that the boy was wearing the skimpy bikini bottoms under his shorts. She also neglected to tell him that her brother James mentioned another visitor: his wife's younger brother Brendan. "He should be about Julien's age now," she thought.

Simon wheeled his bicycle out of the garage and climbed aboard, standing on the pedals rather than sitting on the seat as him bottom was still a little tender. Uncle James lived about fifteen streets away, and Simon only took ten minutes to cycle the distance. When he arrived, his uncle greeted him warmly, with a hug, and introduced Brendan.

"Simon, good to see you, you remember Catherine's younger brother Brendan don't you? He carried the ring at my wedding, when you were a pageboy. I know it was a while back, but maybe you recall it?"

Simon recalled it very well. He had to walk in front of the procession up the church aisle, with everybody watching, alongside his stupid little cousin Clara dressed up all in white and carrying a bunch of flowers. He was seven years old, and had to wear a tuxedo, which was uncomfortable. He remembered Brendan, who was twelve at the time, because he had ginger hair like his big sister, Aunt Catherine. But now - Brendan looked like a young Prince Harry! "Er, hallo Brendan, it's, er, been a while," Simon managed to say, and held out his hand to shake.

Brendan smiled broadly. "Jimmy gets a hug and I only get a handshake? Not fair!" Saying this, he opened both arms and enveloped the smaller boy in a bearhug that made Simon immediately think of Julien. He wrapped his arms around Brendan's waist and squeezed, holding them there a tiny bit longer than was necessary.

Jimmy consulted his watch. "Listen, chaps, I have to go to the playgroup and collect Catherine and the girls, can you two occupy yourselves for thirty minutes or so until I get back?" Brendan grinned and made a gesture with his hand to suggest that his brother-in-law was pussy-whipped, to which James replied "Don't laugh, you'll be at the beck and call of a wife one day!"

"Don't bet on it!" Brendan parried. "Off you go, Simon and I have a bit of catching up to do." The two boys sat on the couch after James left, and began chatting. "Jimmy tells me you've just come back from the Continent: how did you like it? Did you have fun, meet anyone special?"

Simon felt the overwhelming urge to show Brendan his swimsuit, the only tangible souvenir he brought back from France with him. Looking at Brendan sitting there on the couch with him, their bare knees almost knocking together made him long for Julien, to be held by Julien, kissed by Julien, suck on Julien's meat, and feel it plunging up inside his bottom. "I, uh, got a new swimsuit when I was there," he mumbled shyly.

"A swimsuit, eh," the older boy commented. "I hear they are very fashionable, french swimwear. Are you wearing it? Would you like to show me? If you do, I'll show you mine. My swimsuit, I mean," Brendan added, grinning again. Simon wasn't exactly sure why, but he badly wanted this older boy to see him in the swimsuit, maybe touch him, hug him again. He got up off the couch and pulled his t-shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor. He pulled the elastic waist of his shorts outwards, then slid them down his thighs. Kicking them off, he pirouetted for Brendan, who whistled softly in appreciation. "My gosh, Simon, you could be a model, you're very handsome, not the skinny boy I remember from Cathy and Jimmy's wedding. That's a great swimsuit. Come a little closer." the boy stepped over to the couch until he was within reach of Brendan, who put his hands on the boy's bare waist and turned him around, and back, taking in every possible view of the boy-angel in front of him. The touch of Brendan's hands on his smooth flesh had the inevitable effect, and Simon started to get an erection. He hoped Brendan wouldn't notice it, and then he hoped Brendan would.

"Are you going to show me yours now? Your suit, I mean," Simon asked softly.

"A deal's a deal," Brendan agreed, and stood up, His shirt hit the floor on top of Simon's, his shorts following straight after. Now it was Simon's turn to be impressed - Bendan was wearing a hot pink speedo, a lot like the one Julien wore when Simon first swam with him, only in a brighter colour. As Brendan turned around on the spot to show off every angle of his toned body, Simon saw that the older boy had a stiffie that was threatening to burst out of its nylon confines. It was angled to the left, and Simon unconsciously licked his lips while staring at it, a gesture that did not go unnoticed. "Do you think it's too small?" Brendan asked.

"Oh, no, it's not too small at all," Simon murmured, gazing intently at the front of Brendan's bathers. "Oh! You mean the swimsuit! Well, it's about the same size as mine, I think." Simon was acutely aware that Uncle James had said he would be away for half an hour, and he badly wanted to do stuff with Brendan like he had done with Julien, only he didn't know how to start things off. He tried to remember how his affair had begun with Julien, but the details were fuzzy in his mind.

Brendan took the problem out of his hands with his next comment. "The only thing wrong with having to wear a bathing suit is that it gives you a tan line, don't you think?" Saying this, he turned side-on to Simon and pulled the hem of his swimsuit down a good few inches, exposing quite a lot of pale cheek.

"Yes, it's a shame, tan lines," Simon replied in a dreamy voice, drinking in the sight of Brendan's bare bottom, or the part of it he coud see . "I don't think I got any in France."

"Really?" Brendan answered, sitting back on the couch. "Let me see." Simon edged over to the couch as before, turning his side to the teen sitting their. Since Simon made no effort to pull down his own bathers, Brendan raised his hands to them hesitantly, allowing the boy time to resist if he wanted. He didn't. Brendan took hold of one of the thin straps at the side of the swimsuit and toyed with it a moment, testing the strength of the knot. "Does this undo?" he asked himself as he gradually increased the tension on the cord. Simon gasped softly as the knot began to give way. Brendan kept pulling, still hearing no protest from the boy, until the single bow knot fell away. Simon stood immobile, waiting for something to happen.

It did. Brendan caressed the now-uncovered hip, commenting as he did so "Oh, yes, I can see now, no tan lines at all." His hand slipped inside the back of the suit and cupped Simon's bottom. The boy allowed this intrusion without a whimper. "Is it the same on the other side, I wonder?" Brendan again directed a question to himself. Without waiting for a reply he swivelled Simon's body 180 degress by turning his hips until the other knot came into view. He didn't draw out the suspense this time, he pulled the cotton cord firmly until the knot released. Both sides of the suit were now undone, and only Simon's stiffy held the small piece of material in the front still in place. "Did you get a tan ALL over, I wonder?" Brendan queried. Getting no fear response from the boy, he pulled the material outwards and down, making Simon's erection spring up, and eliciting a moan from the boy.

It was certainly not his last moan, as Brendan immediately lowered his face to the boy's little cock and enveloped it in his mouth. Simon's knees buckled with the thrill of being blown, bringing back memories of Julien. Brendan caught the boy before he fell and lowered him onto the couch, still working his tongue and lips on the boy's three-incher. Simon wasted no time in scrabbling around and diving onto Brendan's crotch face first, dragging the teen's suit down and swallowing as much of Brendan's seven and a half inches as he couid manage. It was bigger than Julien's six and a half, as he had detected when he first saw it. No more words were necessary (or indeed, possible) as the two boys sucked each other's cocks with a furious hunger. Simon brought his hands up and massaged Brendand's hefty balls, while Brendan's hands busied themselves caressing Simon's smooth bottom.

Brendan climaxed first, filling Simon's mouth with semen which the boy swallowed greedily down. The boy's own climax followed as he gulped the last of Brendan's cum, pushing his hips towards Brendan's face. Sighing deeply, Simon swivelled his body around so his face was now level with Brendan's. "That was really nice," Simon whispered. "I liked it a lot, thank you."

"You're most welcome, Simon, I liked it too," Brendan answered. After gazing into the boy's blue eyes for a few moments, Brendan shook his head to clear it, and said "I think we had better get dressed before Jimmy and Cath and those noisy nieces come home. Do you want me to tie up the side of your bathers for you?"

"It's alright, I'll just put them in my pocket and fix them at home." Simon jumped off the couch and pulled his shorts up his thighs as Brendan watched, seeing the little cock disappear from view. The shirt completed his ensemble, so Brendan got off the couch and dressed himself, Simon sighing wistfully as Brendan's cock vanished from view behind the pink bathers. After he too put his shirt on, Simon gave him another hug. He stretched up on his tiptoes to bring his face alongside Brendan's head and whispered "Can we do the other thing too? You've got a really nice thick one. I want it in my bottom." Brendan's jaw dropped.

Brendan was still speechless as James and family pulled into the driveway half a minute later. A smile was frozen on his face as his brother-in-law breezed in through the front door, ahead of a pair of cyclones, his sister Catherine bringing up the rear. "Sorry, Sy, I never got to hear about your trip, now I've got to bathe the girls and get dinner started, maybe we can catch up another time, huh?" James said as he began to get busy with his chores. "Brendan, do you want to ride your bike with Simon over to his place, as it's going to be dark soon and I don't want him to go by himself."

"I...er...ride...uh...Sure! Let's go, Simon," he said, gathering his wits.

As the two boys walked through the front door, Simon slipped his hand in Brendan's larger one. "Oh, by the way Uncle James, do you know where I can get some duck fat?" the boy asked, calling back through his uncle's doorway.

"Well, we don't have any at the moment, sorry...tell you what, I'l keep an eye out for some at the shops."

"Thanks anyway". The boy turned to leave but his uncle's voice stopped him.

"Don't I get a goodbye hug?" he chided his nephew. Simon stopped and turned back to find himself enfolded in hs uncle's arms. James put his face alongside his nephew's head, lowering his voice so his wife could not hear. "I'm putting a one-pound coin in your pocket, that should be enough for the duck fat. In the High Street, the delicatessen sells it, they're next to the Post Office. If you ever run out, you can use butter or lard instead, And by the way, it was Brendan that asked me to invite you over today - I think he really likes you."

Simon smiled broadly. "Thanks, Uncle James!" he called out as he ran to catch up with Brendan.

After the boys had ridden their bikes away, Catherine came back into the kitchen. "What does he want duck fat for?" she asked her husband. James just smiled, a distant look in his eyes.

"Just some french cooking, I guess."

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