A special thanks to Sharon for the excellent editing work!
Un remerciement special a Francois pour corriger les textes francais et pour le " betareading " !!!
"C'mon, this way," I showed Ben the way out of the locker room to avoid the kids coming in. There is no way I am going to let a crowd to cut off what Ben was going to say to me several seconds ago. I need to find a room or a quiet spot so we can have some privacy. Since this is an old school, there are some hidden "doors," which means they're situated in small, narrow corridors no more than five feet long in the hallways. Most kids would ignore them and some of them are almost never used, except during special occasions that make the school more crowded (like featured plays or football games with huge audiences). The bathrooms next to the auditorium are a good example, but they're locked up. Though they usually forget to lock a door or two, if today is our lucky day. I led Ben upstairs to get out of the "basement" of the school and into a huge hallway next to the auditorium and right now there are a few students walking through it towards to the lunchroom.
"We're walking a little bit till those kids disappear from our views, and then we'll try to get in one of the three doors on that side of the hall," I whispered to him quietly and pointed to those doors. He nodded to show his understanding of what I had said. So, we walked a little slowly and a couple more seventh grader kids came in the hallway.
"Shit...disappear little freshman fuckers..." I said in an annoyed voice. Ben sniggered, obviously amused at my impatience.
"Shut up, you..." I smirked, "C'mon, quickly..." I pulled his hand to one of the doors. I pulled one and it was locked.
"Fuck...the next one..." I went to another door and jiggled the knob. Again, locked.
"Please let the next one be unlocked!" I prayed under my breath as I headed to the next and final door.
"Woot!" I pumped my fist in joy, "After you, Benjamin..." I offered letting him go in first.
"It's Benoit, not Benjamin. I'm a Frenchie, remember?" he pointed out my mistake saying his full name.
"I know, but I was saying it the English way." I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever, ti-poil..." (Whatever, baldy) he muttered and walked in.
"What?" I followed behind him.
"You'll find out someday the meaning of 'ti-poil'," he smirked. Obviously, I know it has a not-so-nice meaning.
He stopped and observed the whole room and he widened his eyes.
"Girls' bathroom? Shit Steph...if anyone seessaw us coming in, we'll be seeing a teacher, not a girl!" he said.
"Not really, I locked the door from the inside. They'll think it was locked all along and that no one can come in." I pointed to the lock on the door.
"Nice..., but seriously, the girls' bathroom? What a nice idea you have here," he giggled.
"Yes, it's odd though. This bathroom is for the auditorium when it's full, yet there is no boys' bathroom close except the one 200 feet down the hall. Girls don't have to walk much yet we have to. Discrimination, eh?" I thought.
"Yes, but that's not why we're here though," he whispered.
"Ah yes, you were going to say what before?" I asked.
"I'll try to make this story short," he sighed and continued, "Just before I moved here from Montreal, I was in a relationship that lasted a year," Ben took his eyes off me to blush a little, "When he found out I had to move, he suddenly didn't want me and told me to go. It was as if he felt it was pointless to continue the relationship if we're going to be over 400 miles apart and me being gone for an indefinite amount of time."
"Damn, what a bastard," as I was almost speechless.
"He just turned his heart off and told me he didn't love me. He was cold and stiff as an icicle. When I acted weirdly in bed with you while watching the movie, I know I said something like," he blushed again at that incident, "'Je m'excuse que tu ne puisses pas garder notre histoire d'amour dans nos souvenirs pour toujours' or something along the line."
"What does it mean? I'm still crap in French,"
"'Sorry if you cannot treasure our love story for our memory for life'," he stated, "That line always repeats in my mind. Life is never fair, but it's best to remember the best parts of it and that was the best of all in my life. He was still silent when I said that, and asked him if I could hug and kiss him for the last time, which I did. It wasn't real, because he was cold and stiff like a fucking icicle. His lips felt cold and lifeless, as if the blood never flowed there because his heart didn't bother to pump some there. I felt no love from that. And that bothered me the most, and I haven't truly recovered from feeling that cruel sign of cold heart. My dreams have been haunting me, reminding me of that time over and over."
"So that's why you were being careful about getting hurt again..." I told him, pulling him closer to me.
"Yes, I vowed to be attentive of people with a cold heart so that I won't have to experience it again. I want to be careful to make sure you're not one of them," he came closer to me to rest his head on my chest, placing his left ear on my heart, "It beats warmly and quietly. So far, you're not one of them," he turned his head around to look at my face, smiling softly like a happy little child.
"That was...sad and beautiful," I bit my lower lip, "Beautiful in how to describe what a heart should be, and sad how he treated you over something so little. If that were me, I would love the person forever, even if he were on the other side of the world. Love knows no distance...in my opinion."
"You believe the same, which further proves my case," he replied.
"Oh you've been investigating me like I'm some suspect in a crime or something, eh?" I eyed him suspiciously.
"Oh yes, ever since I walked on that bus, you caught my eye, and so I sat in front of you, hoping to find a word to introduce myself without sounding like a weirdo," he stuck his tongue out at me, "but you saved my ass when you spoke the first word. Then I got obsessed yet cautious at the development of the events between you and me."
"I've been obsessing more than you, like a second earlier than you noticed me. So I win." I rubbed his hair around.
"Well, maybe you should tell your grandma's....Fran the bus driver? You two look so alike, so I assumed...not," he shot back at me.
"Bitch...you...ah fuck. You win then," I was overcome by his sharp wit, "But let me tell you something personal that I haven't told anyone but myself."
"Vas-y! Go on! I love personal stories...useful for blackmail," he grinned.
"You wouldn't do it anyway," I smiled to brush that cute statement off and ignore the comment, "Here, look at this on my wrist and lower arm." I pulled my shirtsleeve up to show him a healing wound and few other faint scars forming straight lines.
"What happened to your arm?" he alarmingly widened his eyes, "Some bastard? I can get him whoever that was!"
"In fact, the bastard was actually me, so you wouldn't lay a finger on me. Just let me explain more," I said as I watched Ben looking more concerned, "I used razor blades to make those, to inflict some pain and blood on myself in a pointless attempt to overcome my concerns about my sexuality. It was just yesterday morning that I fessed up to myself to stop and accepted the inevitable, that I'm gay. I left the world of despair and pain, in hope that life won't be hard on me over my decision. So far, the sun is still shining on me. What's making it do that? Maybe it's my own doing. Maybe it's you. Maybe it's something else. Only time will tell."
Ben pulled my shirtsleeve down and gave me a warm hug.
"Now let them disappear from our eyes. Promise me you won't do that again ever in your life," he asked me clearly.
"I can promise only if you listen to me about one thing," I replied to avoid the issue for a minute, "The actions solely of others, like that old boyfriend of yours, aren't always your fault. I'm sure you did everything to keep it wonderful, but he didn't help much to continue that at the end. It's his loss he didn't see that like you could. Remember, there are more fish in the big blue sea that we call life."
"So sweet and true..." he blushed, "But promise me..."
"I promise only for you and no one else," I hope this won't deter him from me, "Et..." I struggled to find simple words, "Et...je voulois t'aimer tant...une fois... Just to make you feel there are other fish waiting for you."
Ben gave me a warm smile and hugged me.
"Hard to understand but I get what you're saying. You should be saying, "Et je veux t'aimer tellement un beau jour. (And I want to love you so much someday) 'Vouloir' is not a regular verb," he added, "Let's try. The only way to heal my heart is to be loved by another boy. 'Essayons, mon beau gars, de tomber en amour.' (Let's try, my beautiful guy, to fall in love.)," he said in a sing-song voice.
"I understood most of what you've said." I pulled Ben closer to me, just to kiss him for everything. Ben knew what I was going to do and kissed me immediately. We were soon locked in a long, warm kiss. We made ourselves all warm in a cold, unheated bathroom. I put my hands under his shirt to feel all over his smooth skin, and he went to do the same to me. At this point, we were falling and falling into the love abyss with no sense of returning, just falling forever.
After several minutes of being glued together, the bell rang throughout the bathroom.
"Heh, we've missed lunch. I hope you're not too hungry. I'm sorry," I told Ben.
"No worries, this moment was worth starving for. Besides, you gave me plenty of fluid, so I won't be dehydrated," he giggled.
"Specially made for you, my little man," I kissed him on his cheek, "Let's go, we have a few classes to go before the end of school." And I realized he was getting less and less shy as we knew each other more.
As I unlocked the door, I heard a tap somewhere in the bathroom. I turned my head around to look for the source of the noise.
"What was that?" Ben asked, meaning he heard it as well.
"I don't know, but it could be the pipes rattling. This school is ancient and the heating system is still run by steam piping from the furnace building next to the stadium. Otherwise it could be a mouse or whatever. C'mon, let's go." I showed Ben the way out of the door. We walked quickly into the crowds flooding into the hallways from the lunchroom, and fortunely it appeared no one noticed that we came out of a locked girls' bathroom.
"We're lucky..." I whispered to him as he walked beside me.
"I think my class is that way," he pointed where the hallways split into two, one goes to the stairs and the other continues on the first floor.
"What number is it?" I asked.
"Algebra in room 202."
"Ah, Mrs. Latchbach. She's great. I've known her since she was a student teacher. But yea, it's that way and then you go up the stairs, and the room is just right out of the stairs. Could you wait for me at the bus stop after school?" I asked, trying not to state the obvious that I wanted to spend more time with him.
"Yea, of course..." he responded, waving me bye as he headed in the other direction, "Pis rappelle-toi-en, essayons de tomber en amour...ensemble..." (And remember, let's try to fall in love...together...), and he blew a very subtle kiss to me. Damn, it made me blush a little though I never really understood 100% of what he said. And fortunely, no one noticed.
"Crisse de calisse de fifine!!! Ciboire, a'a vraiment ose de faire ca, cet' ostie de branleuse de chiens twits!!! A'va payer un jour!!!" (Damn goddamn fucking faggot!!! Fuck, she really dared to do that, that fucking squealing dogwanker!!! She's so going to pay one day!!!) Ben swore heavily in lightning speed as Fran drove off without him, knowing that he was running to catch the bus. She just pointed at her watch indicating that it's time to leave, and closed the door on him (and me as well...so I should be cursing too). Supposedly, she got her chance at revenge for what he said to her last morning. I noticed several students were looking at Ben, assuming they were surprised that he spoke in a foreign language.
"I understood 'crisse'," I smiled, "And I'm sure what you've said was very colorful." I smiled softly at him, hoping to calm him down.
"Bitch..." he panted to catch his breath, "No one fucks with me."
"We'll get the next bus in an hour and we won't get Fran this time. C'mon, maybe it's time I show you a cafe and we'll have a coffee," I tugged his coat to follow me, "C'mon, let's not waste any time!"
We walked along a three-lane state highway, called Mountain Boulevard, but no one really calls it that. We just call it 309 because of its official state numbering, "State Route 309". It's the main thoroughfare of the area, providing about a dozen restaurants, a couple supermarkets, many shops, a couple clinics, a library, and so on to provide basic services to the rural communities scattered in a vast area of forested and mountainous spaces. The northbound side of the highway leads up a mountain range with average elevations of a little over 2000 feet, and just before the cut through the range, the view is wonderful with more mountains on the horizon and neverending forests. The only buildings visible would be the commercial buildings along 309 and the houses and communities are often hidden in the vast forest. Then 309 goes down the mountain range, and again briefly up another one (it's smaller than the first one) before showing the Wyoming Valley at the end. The Wyoming Valley is a long, narrow valley, about thirty miles long and five-six miles at the widest where small towns and small cities combine together to form one urban chunk called Wilkes-Barre/Scranton. With a population of 250,000 people in the valley, it's one of Pennsylvania's largest metropolitan areas (Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, and Allentown-Bethlehem are much bigger) and a gateway to "civilization" for the rural population of the northeastern part of the state.
It was 20F and the wind made it feel a little colder, but we kept our pace quick so we could stay warm by keeping on the move.
"We're not that far Ben, it's just over there," I showed him the little cafe at an intersection of the highway and a country road. It opened a few years ago, and it's popular among the locals and students who wanted to have a little cafe culture here like those big cities have. The cafe has quite adapted to the local tastes, in order to serve the best to customers.
We walked in the cafe and immediately were greeted by a blond lady of average height and still looking young for a woman in her late thirties. People would think she's 10 years younger at least.
"Steph, litli bjorninn minn! (Icelandic: My little bear!) I didn't expect you to be here this early," she paused to think, "Ah, lemme guess, you have Fran this month and you missed the bus again?" she smiled warmly at my facial expression confirming the fact. She can read me very well, unlike anyone else.
"Hey, Birna!" I waved to her before taking a seat at a table, "Yeah, you've guessed it. The usual please."
"I already got it ready once I saw you coming down the highway towards here," she winked her eye. Smart woman. "How about your friend?" she pointed at Ben.
"Ben?"
"Oh, errr....cafe au lait?" Ben asked the lady.
"Right away, my dear," she said cheerfully.
"Do you know her?" he asked me in a low voice.
"She's Krist's mother and she owns this place."
"Krist?" Ben paused to think, "the blond guy you were talking to on the bus before?" I confirmed that by nodding up and down. "She greeted you in some tongue I don't know..."
"Oh, they're from Iceland. They moved here years ago and we've known each other since we were six. She likes to call me 'little bear' in Icelandic because she considers me as her son. Krist already took the 'storri bjorninn' nickname from her, which means...'big bear'. Now I'm stuck being little forever." I grinned.
"Here you go, boys. Enjoy! I'll just put it on credit," she marked the price down on a little notebook so I can pay everything I had this month later instead of now. "Now, aren't you going to introduce him to me?"
"Oh, sorry...this is Ben. Ben, Birna. He's the new kid at the lake."
He went to shake her hand, "Nice to meet you madam."
"Ah, now I remember. Couple of my neighbors spoke of you and your family when they moved into that house," she smiled, "It's a small community, word travels around fast. Nice to meet you as well." Then the door bell rang and a customer came in. "Oh, I should get to work... Hello! How may I help you today?" she walked back to her counter to serve the lady.
We sat and enjoyed the coffee as we looked around the windows and the whole cafe over and over, observing the world going around us at a quick pace. We finished our coffee and realized we should be back to school to catch the bus. We got up and headed to the door, and Birna called out to us.
"Boys, stay here for five minutes. Don't worry about the bus, and you shouldn't be walking in the cold. I'll be done when the girl gets ready for her shift, and I'll take you home with me."
"Thanks, Birna!" I smiled at her, relishing the sense of delight that I won't have to sit on the bus for thirty minutes just to get home when it only takes fifteen minutes to do so in the car.
We followed Birna to her Volvo and took off. Birna and I were soon engaged in a long conservation, and I noticed Ben had been quiet and looking out the window watching the trees and houses go by us.
"You're quiet, join us in our conversation," I encouraged him.
"It's ok, I like being quiet. Go on...don't miss a word she's saying now," he pointed at Birna, who was still talking and it appeared she didn't notice no one was listening.
"Ok guys, I'll drop off Ben first since he's closer," said Birna.
"Ok, just turn here..." Ben pointed at the road.
"I know, I know...I already know where you live. It's not that hard." she waved off Ben's directions, and turned onto the road.
Five minutes later, we arrived at his house.
"There!" she pulled into the driveway, "I hope I'll see you soon in the cafe or wherever, ok? Bye, my dear!" she waved to Ben, "Steph! Are you going with him?" she saw me leaving as well.
"Yeah, we've got to do some schoolwork together. Tell Krist I'll call him tonight." I told her at her car window.
"Ok! Bye and tell your mother I said 'hi'." And she drove off.
"My parents' aren't home yet," Ben looked at the driveway, empty of any cars, "Ah, now I remember, it's parent-teacher meeting day at Matt's school." Ben unlocked the door and let me in first. I looked at the living room, and it had gotten tidier than yesterday, not that I'm judging. I followed Ben to his room, again still messy.
"Just shut up about my room!" he said as he took his coat and backpack off and threw them in the opened closet, "I'll work on it on the weekend," he went to sit on his bed to take off his jeans. Huh? No...no...no...don't look at the smooth legs. Jesus, I looked and I didn't stop as he put his jammies on. He got up and came to me.
"C'mon, put this on. It's more comfy," he showed his extra jammies, "Go on..." he insisted.
"Erm, can you turn around?" I asked shyly.
"No, I let you rape me with your eyes just a minute ago, now it's my turn," he stuck his tongue out. Oh just do it, Steph!
"Ok ok ok..." I pulled down my jeans. My jeans waistband was a little tight when I pulled it down, and as a result, it pulled my briefs down a little as well, exposing a little bit of my black-colored pubes right in front of Ben. In a snap, I pulled my briefs up to cover it. I could see Ben's eyes drooling with hunger, "You're such a perv, you know that?" I told him, sniggering. I took my jeans off and put on my jammies.
"Yeah, they're more comfy," I looked at myself in the mirror, "Now! You're going to be my French tutor..." I grinned, taking my French book out of my backpack, "I'm failing it and my mother just threatened to keep me on my driver's permit for ten more months if I don't improve to a C at least."
"Of course, sit on my bed and we'll get started," he took the book out of my hand and went on the bed, "Hmmm, we should start at the beginning of the book," he implied.
"But...we're at..." I started to say.
"No buts, it's easier that way so you can have a good start," he shut me up, "Hmmm, we'll start here. Repeat after me: Salut! Je m'appelle Ben! Comment tu t'appelles?" (Hi! My name is Ben! What's your name?)
"Saloot! Je m'appelle Ben! Comment too t'appelles?" I said a little slowly.
"Not bad. Repeat again, 'Salut' and 'tu', with a weird 'u' close to saying 'ewww'. Go on!"
"'Salut! Tu...'" I mimicked him.
"That's it! The French 'u', you got it!" he smiled at me, trying to keep me cheered and encourage, "Ok...now..." and he went off making me say more French phrases and expressions. We went on and on. During the practice, I had an excuse to fixate on his red, soft lips moving effortlessly spilling out soft, smooth French words. If he keeps it up, I just might want to kiss him all over for ages to satisfy my growing addiction.
An hour later, Ben turned to another page and looked at me with a hint of evil deep in his eyes and grinned, as if he just had an idea.
"One more page, body parts! Oh this should be an enjoyable experience," he smirked. He moved a little closer to be a few inches from me so I could see the picture of the person with names pointing to each body part. He turned his head to look at me, and he gave my cheek a kiss.
"You deserve it for doing a not-so-bad job so far," he smiled, "Now...l'oeil" he put his finger at one of my eyes. I nodded my head to understand and repeated what he said.
"Les yeux..." he pointed two fingers at both of my eyes, indicating that it's the irregular plural form of "l'oeil." I repeated and point my two fingers at his eyes.
"Le nez," he touched my nose, "L'oreille", he touched my ears, "La bouche", he pointed at my mouth, "La joue", he touched my right cheek, "Les levres", he touched my lips and held his finger there. He rubbed softly against my lips to feel the texture.
"Elles sont tellement douces..." (They're so soft...) he whispered.
"Oui..." and I put my finger on his lips, "Yours too...tellement douces..."
Ben blushed slightly, but paid no attention to it, and pulled his finger down.
"Let's unite them..." he whispered as he moved forward, uniting us in a kiss. After a few minutes of making out with tongues, it appeared that he wasn't going to stop here for today. He broke off the kiss, but leaving his lips not too far from mine.
"Le cou..." and he pressed his lips onto my neck.
"Hmmm....your lips feel good on my...cou..." I moaned out lightly in response.
"'My neck' is...'mon cou'..." he whispered next to my ear, and went back to further kiss all over my neck. I stopped him so I can try out his neck and explore his soft smooth cream-white skin with my lips.
He put his hand under the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up to take it off me. I followed suit to take his off, and we're both facing each other shirtless.
"L'epaule..." he started to kiss gently on my shoulder and moved towards my arm, "Le bras..." again he whispered as he kissed down my arm to my hand, "La main..." he gave it a kiss like a prince would do to a princess, "Et les doigts..." he sucked a couple of my fingers. Then he pushed me down slowly hinting that he wanted me to lie down. He rested his ear on my heart and he looked at me, smiling.
"Le coeur...il bat doucement..." (...it beats softly...) He lifted his head a little more to get a better view of my chest and relished every second of looking at it.
"Le sein..." he went down to kiss and lick my breast and went for the nipple.
"Ahhh..." I moaned out, "No, don't stop...it feels too good." And he continued licking my nipple. Hmmmm....
"You're so good..." I told him.
"I learned a lot from...eh...that bastard..." he shrugged, "'Your body'...ton corps...is perfect," he said softly.
"I beg to differ. Yours is more perfect than mine."
"Your opinion doesn't matter..." he smiled. He kissed from the middle of my chest, slowly going downward to my belly button. He put his fingers from both hands inside the waistband of my jammies. He looked up to me. I nodded my head a couple of times, giving him a go ahead. He pulled the jammies down my legs to my ankles before taking them all the way off. Ben went to take his off, but I stopped him.
"No, let me..." I pulled them down and he complied by making it easier for me to take them off him. Now we were almost naked, both with just our cartoon briefs on.
"You can't use the cartoon undies against me anymore because you're guilty as well," he smirked and kissed me on the lips again, leading me to lie down once more.
He returned to where he was just above my belly button, kissing down a little more each couple of seconds till he stopped at the waistband of my undies.
"Go on...no need to stop..." I told him.
He put his fingers inside the waistband, circling them around a little, and then pulled it down a little to expose a little of my pubes that he'd already glanced at not too long ago. The time he was taking made me grow harder and harder and I just wanted to grab his hands and pull down those damn briefs. Enough torture!
He observed my obvious excitement facing sideway to the left in my briefs. And finally...
"La queue..." he whispered and pulled down my briefs to my ankles and off me, and threw them to the floor. Ben stared at my body once more, taking care to observe every detail from toes to head. I was lying there all naked in front of him, and he slowly went to lie down on me.
"Take mine off," he whispered lustily in my right ear.
I took hold of his undies' waistband, and pulled it down. Since he was on me, he pulled it down where I couldn't reach further, and kicked them off his feet to the floor next to my undies. Now we were lying on each other naked with Ben resting his head on my chest, listening to my heart.
"Ah, il bat plus fort..." (Ah, it's beating harder...) he said, and went to kiss me on the lips. There we made out with tongues without any end in sight. We will never let go and we will go on for ages. Our bodies were in complete contact and we let our hands explore wildly all over the others body. He appeared to feel more aroused and started to slowly hump his hips, pressing his stiff dick against my body. This added simulation to my own dick, and caused me to let out a soft moan giving him a sign of my pleasure. Ben's chest and abs muscles started to harden against me, and his nipples were already erect completely as he continued to hump against me, increasing the pace every few seconds till he reached a continuous, predictable pace that I could follow in return.
Ben began to whimper and moan softly into my mouth and around my tongue. I started to feel a warm, highly pleasurable feeling growing stronger and stronger around my dick and pelvis area, and it was starting to spread beyond it to the skin on my chest where he was holding his against it. He broke off the kiss and went to my neck, kissing and licking while letting some whimpers and moans escape along with his soft, deep breath. I could tell he was getting close to the point of no return, so I grinded harder against him. Now I started to let my moaning be deeper and more notable. Ben's whimper suddenly gave away to a deep moan.
"Ah-ah-ahhhhhh...." he let it out and thrusted even harder. Against my body, I felt his cock expanding to its maximum limits, and then something warm and gooey gushed out of it. And he was still humping, so it made it spread its warmth around my belly. He pressed his lips hard against my neck, whimpering softly against it and holding me hard as ecstasy shot all over his body for several seconds. His humping started to subside slowly, and stopped. He reached over to give me a brief kiss,
"Whoa..." he smiled, "That was amazing and the best in months." He lifted himself off me to see the mess he made on our bellies, "Damn, I shot more than I usually do." He got off the bed to get a towel a few feet away from the bed and wiped our bellies clean. I got up to sit on the side of the bed to stare at his naked body standing up and stretching. He looked at me and blushed a little. What? What did I do?
"Did you go too?" he asked, looking at my boner that never went away.
"No...I was close, but I let you go first."
"Lemme fix it..." he went on his knees and placed himself in front of my boner, "I owe you one." And he went straight down to take all of my length, all seven inches of it...into his mouth and throat.
"Oh fuck," I rolled my eyes back, "Keep doing it...I can get off in an instant." I bent back a little to let Ben do his magic. He worked his tongue around, pleasuring me mercilessly and in few minutes, I was at the point of no return. I noticed he was all hard again, and I can tell his is just as big as mine. Looking at it all hard and hungry for attention just made me even more aroused and pushed me pass the no-return point.
"Ah-ah-ahhh, ugh..." I whispered as he continued to work on my stick, "Ben, I'm not far...get...read-yyy..." I warned him. Here we go; the faint bubbly feeling was slowly growing and growing to reach the boiling point. I stiffened and my cock expanded. He worked his tongue even faster and letting my dickhead rub the soft flesh of his throat to bring on the inevitable. Orgasm was on the edge and started to spill out by me leaking out some pre-cum. Then some faint voice suddenly called out from downstairs.
"Benoit! On est de retour!" (Benoit! We're back!) Ben's mother called out.
Ben jumped off my dick all startled, went off to close the door, and locked it.
"Ah...ah...Ben...I'm..." I started to say.
Ben ran to cover my mouth with his hand as my orgasm shot all over my body as my first strand of juice shot out high and landed on my hair. A second strand shot to Ben's cheek. I was exploding some more all over our chest.
"Ben...shit..." I said through his hand as another one spurted out.
"Turn it off..." he started to giggle softly, apparently amused at my "problem".
I took hold of my dick and jerked it off to run out the orgasm that took a few seconds to end. And the shooting gave its last exit.
"Ahhh..." I sighed, and I took a look at Ben's face and chest. Ben looked at me smiling hard and started to let out a giggle.
"He-he-hehehe, ha-ha-hahahaha..." he exploded into laughter, "Hahaha, look at us...all drenched again..." I started to giggle and then laughed as he made his point.
"Benoit?" his mother called again.
"Ouais, chu la, m'man. Je dormais!" Ben sniggered and calmed himself down as he answered his mother's call. He went to get the towel again to clean himself off and then threw it to me.
"Clean up and put your clothes back on!" he told me as he put his briefs on.
We dressed and looked in the mirror to make sure there were no traces of semen on us, especially our hair.
"C'mon, m'man will be surprised to see you."
"Steph! I didn't expect you to be here! What brings you here? Did you hurt yourself again or something?" Mrs. Lemoureaux exploded in surprised and bombarded me with questions.
"Hi..." and that was all I said as Ben took care of everything.
"M'man, y'a rien fait! J'y apprendais du francais... Alors, c'est tout correct..." (Mum, he did nothing. I was teaching him some French... So, everything is ok...)
"Oh! Good...good...good...glad to see you again, Steph. What did you learn so far with French?" she asked me.
"Oh...erm...greetings, colors, verbs, and...body parts..." I giggled lightly under my breath at the last couple of words. Ben realized what I had said and he started to face away from his mother, to snigger a little.
"What? Quoi?... Que c'est qui s'est passe?..." (What?...what happened?) she cluelessly asked.
"Oh rien...rien...on s'est souvenu d'une blague, c'est tout!" (Oh nothing...nothing...we just remembered a joke. That's all!) Ben said as he winked his left eye at me.
Once again, a special thanks to Sharon for the editing job!!!
Encore une fois un remerciement special a Francois pour le " betareading " et pour corriger les textes francais !!!
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