Forging Maximilien Chapter 2
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Capitulu II. U Cavu
I sat in the backseat, squished against the door, with Clément taking up most of the space beside me. The old car rumbled down the dusty road, and I could feel every bump and dip in the dirt track. The hot air blew through the open windows, tangling my hair and filling the car with the scent of dry earth and the maquis' wildflowers.
I tried to keep my eyes on the bright blue water below, carved in the white stone of the riverbed, but they kept drifting to Ange, driving with his face lit up by the bright summer sun.
My stomach was doing flips, and it wasn't just the rough ride. Ange's laugh echoed in my ears, sending little shivers down my spine, and every time he glanced in the rearview mirror, I felt my heart skip a beat. I couldn't help but think about how we'd be at the river soon, where the cool water would feel amazing against our sunburned skin.
Of course, I had been absolutely thrilled when Clément woke me up earlier in the morning, announcing me that I was coming with him at the river today, and that he wouldn't take no for an answer. For my brother to be willing to spend more time with me after my little outburst had been enough to brighten my mood, but the real cherry on the cake was Ange.
The heat of the day was intense, sweat already trickling down my neck, but it was nothing compared to the warmth I felt every time Ange looked my way. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, trying to look casual, but I knew the butterflies in my stomach would give me away if anyone noticed. With every second, we were getting closer to the river, and closer to another private moment with Ange.
I was hungry for more. My eyes browsed his sweat-glistening shoulders in his tank top, and I could already feel my cock get chubbier. Damn, what a perv I was, and a non-apologetic one too.
To be completely honest, I liked the river more than I liked the beach. It was more of a stream, running at the centre of a narrow valley flanked with high stone cliffs and thick maquis-covered hills. The water was cold enough to actually refresh us in the heat of the day, it was absolutely pristine as there was no sand, no mud or anything that would deteriorate the water's transparency.
But most of all, it was not as well known by tourists, which guaranteed us to be almost by ourselves, or at least easily find a spot where we would be.
Getting out of the car, I looked around me at the quiet cork oak trees and the feeble noise of the water streaming a few metres below us. Clément passed by me, patting my back with a friendly smile, his towel lazily hanging from his shoulder.
"Damn, there is no one today!" Paul exclaimed excitedly as we climbed our way down. I shot a quick glance at Ange, and he smirked back knowingly.
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm fucking starving!" Clément chimed in with a chuckle. "Let's dive in first, and then we can eat!"
"Did you bring some for me?" I asked my brother timidly, looking at his backpack and feeling silly for not anticipating that we would picnic here.
"Of course not, I was planning to let you starve." He sarcastically shot back with a grin.
"I guess I'll have to hunt for my foot. I'm sure there must be a bunch of boards roaming around in these mountains." I joked back, shrugging with faked nonchalance.
It was so damn hot. I jumped into the fresh water as soon as we picked a spot and discarded our stuff, gasping with surprise as the temperature gap sent chills through my body. The boys were quick to join me and splash around, playing and horsing around as I chuckled, looking at them from a safe distance.
I stepped out, water dripping from my body and pooling on the polished white stone. Ange suddenly set his gaze on my body, smirking discretely while my brother tried to drown him, oblivious to his friend's hunger for my mouth to service him once more.
I grinned, slowly turning around and pretending to innocently bend down to pick my phone from my back, arching my back and showing him my bubble butt in my tiny bathing shorts. I was such a slut, and I would have wanted nothing more than peeling it from me, exposing my quivering and impatient virgin hole to him, alluring him into fucking me with his big dick here and then.
Of course, Clément and Paul probably wouldn't have been so keen to just stand here and let that happen, but one can dream.
The boys were starving, just like me, so they were quick to get out of the water and unpack our picnic. Paul got a deck of Uno out of his bag, and we started playing while eating. I'm not sure what had changed since our last outing at the beach, but I could tell the boys were all way more chill and relaxed, chatting and laughing more.
After lunch, being already recovering from the previous day's sunburnt, I put some solar on my shoulders and chest. I was about to give the bottle to Clément, asking him to do my back, but before I could even open my mouth, he started walking towards the water.
"Wait! Can you put some on my back?" I asked pleadingly as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Before he could even answer, Ange snatched the bottle from my hands, sitting behind me and pouring a general dose on the palm of his hands before placing them on my shoulders. I tried not to act weird, especially since Clément was looking at us with a confused frown, but I was inwardly melting under his touch.
Eventually, my brother turned back and jumped into the water, Ange's fingertips getting lower and lower on my back, until he reached my trunk's waistband and approached his mouth from my ear.
"I'll give you a few minutes to think about something you want from the supermarket." He instructed me enigmatically before standing up and joining the boys in the water.
My heart was beating fast, and I was sporting a semi already; damn you Ange! I laid on my stomach, facing the water and watching them taking turn jumping from a rock, impatiently waiting for Ange's plan to unfold.
After a few minutes, he got out of the water and looked into his backpack with an annoyed face. He sighed heavily and turned to Paul and Clément in the water with a disappointed pout.
"Guys, I forgot to pack the beers this morning!" He lamented, shaking his head.
"Damn, really?" Clément exclaimed, sounding bummed about it.
"It's okay, dude. No biggie." Paul added with a smile.
"Nah, it would be better with a fresh beer, let me get some from the supermarket." Ange suggested, picking his car keys from his bag.
"Don't worry, bro, it's not that important." My brother answered, getting out of the water before patting his shoulder with a friendly smile.
"It's okay, it's only like 15 minutes away. I'm pretty thirsty for a cool Desperado actually." Ange insisted.
"Can I come with you? I wouldn't mind buying a bottle of Liptonic and some snacks!" I asked, trying to sound as natural as possible.
"Okay, let's go then!" Ange answered, gesturing for me to follow him. "See you later guys."
Clément scrutinised me for a second, looking a little perplex, and for a moment I started getting worried he saw through our little game.
"You want something?" I asked him innocently.
"Nah, it's okay." He responded before breaking eye contact. "See you!"
I followed Ange towards the car and, when we were far enough that my brother and Paul couldn't see us anymore, he grabbed my arm with a mischievous smirk and led me further to a natural rock pool hid behind a tall cliff and approached his lips from my ear.
"I'm so glad you made out with your brother eventually."
"Your selfless concern for your best friend is... so touching!" I sarcastically answered with a sly grin.
"You know me, it comes naturally, I just couldn't stand seeing Clément worried." He chuckled before putting his hand on my lower back while taking a deep animalistic breath.
Not being able to wait a second more, I dropped to my knees, locking my gaze in his submissively before pressing my nose against his bulge and taking a deep breath.
"Fuck... you're such a good whore!" He moaned lustfully, triggering an evil smirk from me.
"Can I suck your big cock, please?" I begged with a faked boyish voice that made Ange's eyes widen in predatorial overdrive.
"Damn..." He muttered while shaking his head slowly and closing his eyes in disbelief. "Get my fat meat in your mouth right now, slut!"
In a swift move, I lowered his trunks and grabbed his quickly hardening cock. I peeled the foreskin back and took another deep sniff with a moan. I then opened my mouth wide and slapped the tip on my extended tongue, smacking it with a loud thud each time.
Ange was taken aback by my sluttiness, watching me in total awe as I debased myself for both our pleasure. I wanted Ange to treat me like shit, to absolutely and unabashedly own me and use me for his selfish pleasure.
I took his cock and pointed it upwards before rubbing my angelic face against his heavy balls, letting his dick rest on my forehead. Eventually, Ange grabbed his meat and clenched his fist in my hair, pressing it against my mouth. I opened my mouth and engulfed him, being voluntarily loud and letting some spit run from my mouth to my chin. So much for being a naïve virgin teenager, I thought to myself.
This time, however, I didn't want this moment to be a simple blowjob. No, I had bigger plans. After rolling my tongue around his cock and bobbing up and down energetically on his dick, I pulled out and got up. I grabbed Ange by the neck and planted a deep kiss on his lips, sharing his masculine scent with him.
Fortunately, he eagerly accepted my tongue in his mouth and made out with me for what felt like hours but were probably a few minutes. I then turned around, presenting my perky butt to him, arching my back provocatively.
Ange got on his knees, spreading my cheeks widely, making me shiver as I felt his breath on my twitching pink hole.
"Fuck..." He murmured in amazement before plunging forward and making me gasp with shock as I felt his tongue penetrate me. I mean, I knew that's what he was going to do, but the feeling I got from it was definitely unexpected. I closed my eyes and moaned like a whore, my cock hard as the rock I was currently leaning onto, my humid palms pressed against the warm natural wall.
"Please, fuck me!" I finally muttered, his tongue driving me absolutely mad.
"I can't, I didn't take any rubbers."
"Who cares, I'm a virgin!" I protested vigorously, wanting to feel his cock deep inside of me so much that I forgot I had not disclosed that information with him yet
"Yeah, and I'm not!" Ange laughed back, apparently not surprised. "I can't even imagine what Clément would do to me if I gave you a STI."
I rolled my eyes in annoyance, even though I knew he was right, and turned back to face him.
"Whatever, it's my turn to eat your ass now!" I retorted with a sly smirk. Ange raised his eyebrow, but a smile spread on his face.
"Be my guest." He answered before turning around.
"No, on all fours, so I can still suck your dick some more too." I instructed way more dryly than I meant.
"Such a bossy whore!" Ange chuckled, amused by my attitude. I gave him a faint smile, a little self-conscious about my natural arrogance.
He complied, though, and I put myself behind him, looking at his ass with total hunger. I had known for a while that I was bottom only, but nothing attracted me more than a pair of round butt cheeks. Damn, his hole was so inviting that I couldn't contain a sigh of anticipation and amazement.
I dived in, taking another deep breath with my nose between his cheeks before lapping his hole and circling it. I grabbed his large cock with my hand, rubbing the head against my palm gently, eliciting a moan from him as I combined the work of my tongue and my hand to procure him as much pleasure as I could.
I licked my way to his taint before engulfing his large balls one by one, giving them some attention before going back to his ass to tongue fuck him. Eventually, he turned around and got back on his feet, grabbing my head with his hand before aiming his cock at my mouth again.
This time, he didn't hold back, face fucking me for all he was worth, his balls slapping my chin each time.
"You like that? You fucking worthless whore?" He grunted as I nodded with the best of my abilities, my submissive eyes imploring him to treat me like the slut I was. "Who knew you were such a cumdump, with your boyish cute face?"
Then, in an animalistic grunt, I felt his cock twitch and his cum started filling my mouth. I eagerly swallowed, never breaking eye contact as I gulped a mouthful.
In a swift move, Ange grabbed me under the arm and pulled me back on my feet before pushing me against the rock wall. He took my cock in his right hand and spat on his left one.
As he started jerking me off ruthlessly, he rubbed his fingers against my hole, making me moan like a whore, arching my back and asking for more. He slapped my hole, making me yelp with surprise before resuming his frantic rubbing, his other hand going faster on my cock and bringing me closer to orgasm.
Suddenly, he inserted a finger inside of me as I took a deep breath with shock, my cock immediately erupting and coating the natural wall.
He pulled out his finger with a chuckle as I caught up on my breath, panting and coming back to my senses.
"You're bringing condoms next time." I told him with a grin before he slapped my ass loudly and winked at me.
"Eager slut." He commented before plunging into the water. I imitated him, getting any incriminating evidence off my body and, when we were satisfied and cooled down, I followed Ange to his car where he retrieved the case of beers from a cooler in his trunk. The little shit had planned his move all along, I had to admire him for his prevenance and determination to get off.
We then walked back to our spot, where the boys where lying on their towels, looking up at us with a smile on their face, Ange throwing a fresh beer at each of them.
"Where is your Liptonic?" Clément eventually asked me with a bit of confusion.
Fuck, I didn't think that through. I didn't know what to answer and shot Ange a panicked glance.
"They were out of stock." He lied with disconcerting casualness. I couldn't help but smile, feeling weirdly excited at our little game of pretending in front of my brother. ´
Was I fucked up? Yep, most likely.
After a few more uneventful hours spent alternating between tanning and bathing, we finally hit the road again and went back home. I was absolutely whacked and fell asleep almost as soon as I hit my mattress, my fan pointed at me in the heat of the late afternoon.
When I woke up, I was confused and groggy, not sure what time it was or if we were in the morning or in the evening. I grabbed my phone and sighed with frustration when I realised I had several missed calls from Yanis.
Fuck... I had told him that we would meet at 18h at the Canne à Sucre for a drink, and it was now past 20h. I dialled his number, getting prepared to get yelled at.
"Allo?"
"Yanis, I'm so sorry, I was at the river this afternoon with my brother, and I fell asleep when I came back, I didn't notice that..."
"Max, chill, it's okay!" Yanis answered with a chuckle. He sounded in a bright mood, weirdly, and I could hear some noise around him.
"Maybe we can go tomorrow instead? My treat!"
"I already promised my father I would help him fix our car, I'm not sure when we'll be done." He answered evasively. "But if you want to make it up to me, I have another idea."
"Oh?"
"You can join me now, I'm at Saint Cyprien with the guys from the team and a few other classmates. You could join me." Yanis suggested with a mischievousness I could clearly hear from his tone.
"I don't know Yanis, you know how I feel about these parties, I think I'm going to pass."
"Come on! You left me alone to have a drink like a weirdo, you owe me!" He replied with a chuckle, not sounding mad in the slightest. I sighed heavily, pondering it for a second.
"I'll ask my dad if he can drive me." I reluctantly accepted, inwardly hoping my parents would say no.
"Great! Text me when you're here!"
Unsurprisingly, my father accepted and, a half an hour later, I was sitting on the passenger seat, my arms crossed outside the window, my face in the wind, on my way to Saint-Cyprien's beach.
"Text us when you need a lift, we might send your brother to pick you up if it's too late." Dad told me with a smile.
"Thanks, Dad!" I answered before slamming the passenger door shut and putting my backpack on.
I walked on the beach towards the spot where Yanis told me they were and, a few minutes later, caught sight of them gathered in a circle, a few JBL synchronised speakers loudly playing music while they drank from cardboard cups that, no doubt, contained some strong alcohol mixed with soda or juice.
Damn, I already hated it. It was so different from the kind of party I enjoyed, I wondered how Yanis could enjoy spending time with these people. I know I should be more willing to get out of my comfort zone from time to time, but this was really something only my best friend was able to convince me of so far.
"Hey, Max, you made it!" Yanis exclaimed when he caught the sight of me. He got up and gave me a bro-hug that made me feel awkward. He smelled like booze and was obviously a bit tipsy already. I smiled at him at sat next to him, greeting everyone with a collective and faint `hi guys'.
Most of them greeted me back with a smile, not seeming to mind my presence, to the notable exception of Gianlucca Giovannoni who stared at me with a mean and contemptuous expression that left no doubt as to how much he was thrilled to spend this moment with me. He was sitting next to his bimbo of a girlfriend, Stella.
I quickly looked around the circle and noticed that Gianlucca two acolytes, Ugo and Antonu, were missing, leaving him as sole representative of his trio's insufferableness.
"Your brother finally let you come with them at the river, then?" Yanis eventually told me as he handed me a beer.
"Actually, it was his idea this time." I answered with a satisfactory smirk. "Cheers." I added, clinging my bottle against his. "I'll tell you more about it later." I added knowingly.
Yanis raised his eyebrow inquisitively and chuckled, probably curious to know more about my little adventures. The girl sitting next to me, Marion, started chatting with me, keeping me busy for a little while as the daylight faded, the sun slowly disappearing behind the tall mountains at the west.
More people arrived, the circle getting crowded as Gianlucca and his friend started getting a fire ready at the centre. At some point, Marion's boyfriend showed up and I turned around to talk to Yanis, but he was engrossed in his own conversation with a guy. Not wanting to disturb him, I grabbed another beer and got up, walking a little on the beach by myself, enjoying the quietness and the lulling sound of the tiny waves crashing on the white thin sand, barely high enough to lick my ankles.
I walked up to the bottom of the hill where the ruins of the ancient watchtower were, sitting on the cooling sand and letting my head rest on it, staring at the darkening cloudless blue sky above me. I sighed pensively and let my mind wander to all kind of places, losing track of time and almost falling asleep when, suddenly, I heard someone approaching.
I straightened up, expecting a random tourist and instead seeing Yanis walking to me. He sat next to me, smiling before patting my back.
"Are you enjoying yourself out there?" I inquired with a warm smile, my elbows resting in the sand and my head turned to face him.
"I am. What about you?"
"Yes, it's okay. It's nice to be on the beach after sunset." I answered, trying to sound positive and not kill his mood.
"So, your brother took you to the river today?" Yanis asked with a knowing smirk. "It looks like your little emotional blackmail worked!"
"Why is everyone assuming it was blackmail? I can be genuine from time to time, you know!" I answered with a laugh.
"Come on, I know the feeling was genuine, but your brain cooked a Machiavellian plan to do something about it, as usual!" He pointed out teasingly. I rolled my eyes in faked annoyance, knowing he wasn't too far from the truth. "Where did he take you? The Osu?"
"No, the Cavu." I specified. "Actually, Ange took us there." I added with the beginning of a smirk.
"Oh, is that the guy that you..." Yanis started, visibly feeling awkward talking about it.
"Yeah." I confirmed with a wide grin. "We did it again today. It was amazing!" I continued, biting my lips reminiscing.
"Damn! Look at you, turning into a sex God when I didn't get any since I broke up with Nat." Yanis laughed wholeheartedly.
"I hope that... you know... he will want for it to be serious, at some point." I confessed in a low voice with a hint of self-consciousness, looking at Yanis' bright big, beautiful eyes.
"Wouldn't that be a problem, with your brother and stuff?" He frowned, a faint hesitant smile on his face.
"I... I'm not sure." I gulped, genuinely not knowing what Clément would think of it. "You're the only person I came out to, so far. I don't think being gay would be the problem with my brother, but dating his best friend might be a step too far."
"I could understand that." Yanis confessed as I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "I mean, I wouldn't like you to date my younger sister. Not that there is a chance of that happening, of course." He laughed as I smiled at his goofiness. "It's just, I wouldn't like someone to be between you and I, just as I wouldn't like someone to be between my sister and I either."
"Yeah... I guess you're right." I answered, feeling a little nervous about where it might take me. "I suppose that will be a dilemma for another time, though."
"Shall we go back to the party?" He suggested, getting up and offering me his hand to help me up.
"You go, I'll join you in a few minutes."
Yanis looked at me and raised his eyebrow disapprovingly, giving me a judgmental stare and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Just a few minutes, I swear I'll join you back in a few!" I chuckled. He rolled his eyes at me and I smiled back at him guiltily.
"Fine, but don't be long, or I'll send Giovannoni to get you!" He threatened playfully before turning back and walking away.
Yanis was right, I needed to find a solution to make it work for Ange. It was fun to have some amazing sex behind Clément's back, but it would be way less if it came to cost me my brother's trust. So far, it was just some harmless fun, but if it became serious with Ange, I would have to break the news to Clément at some point, and I needed to thread carefully.
I thought about it for a few minutes and, since I had promised him, I eventually summoned the motivation to return to the party. I was just about to stand up when, suddenly, I heard someone behind me.
"Well, well, if it isn't the Musgingatu's angry girlfriend!" A voice exclaimed, making me turn to find Antonu Colonna d'Istria looking at me with a shit eating smirk, his friend Ugo Bartoli at his side.
"What are you doing here? Looking for a quiet place to shag?" I answered with a contemptuous voice. Ugo widened his eyes, infuriated with the insinuation, and seemed to want to get closer to me, only to be prevented to by Antonu's hand on his chest.
"I'm sure you'd know all about where to get butt-fucked in the dunes, Pinzutu!" Antonu retorted with a mean grin.
"Oh, I'm still open to new suggestions. It's your island after all!" I shot back, locking my gaze in his.
"Damn right it is, but I'm feeling generous today, I won't make you swim back to whatever shithole you came from." He answered, getting Ugo to chuckle dumbly, finding his friend's comeback particularly smart, apparently. By Zeus, this guy was so stupid.
"Wow, such generosity! I wonder how I can repay you! You want me to teach him how to suck your dick? He looks like the type that cannot cover his teeth!" I sneered, nodding at Ugo provocatively.
"Keep my name out of your filthy mouth, fucking Pinzutu!" Ugo menacingly said between his gritted teeth, Antonu keeping his hand on his chest to keep him from jumping on me.
"Drop it, he's not worth it." Antonu told him with a low voice. "I'll join you guys in a sec, let me take care of him." He added, looking his friend in the eye seriously. Ugo was fuming at me, alternating between looking at me and Antonu, pondering his options. Eventually, he turned around and walked away, leaving us alone.
"You know, Pinzutu, one day your big mouth will get you big problems." Antonu told me after several long seconds of tense stare exchanged between us.
"You'll have to do better than that to scare me." I smiled coldly, raising my eyebrows with an unimpressed expression on my face.
Antonu took a few steps closer, looking at me sternly.
"Be careful, we are not in France here, we have our own way to deal with people like you." He told me with a dark low tone. I took one step closer as well, our faces being a few millimetres from one another's once more.
"Try me!" I dared him with an icy smile, staring at him provocatively for a few seconds before breaking eye contact and pushing him aside to walk back to the party.
When I came back to the party, I sat next to Yanis who shot me a confused glance, Antonu arriving at the same time and greeting his friends.
"All good?" Yanis asked me with false casualness poorly dissimulating his doubts, alternating his gaze between Antonu and me suspiciously.
"Sure!" I answered with a wink before grabbing another beer.
The evening kept going pretty well, I even socialised with a few more people, letting Yanis do the same. I could tell he was hitting off with his teammates, which made me both happy and, I should confess, a little jealous? By now you know I'm far from being a saint.
At some point someone threw the idea of playing a drinking game, and given how many we were, we settled on "Never have I ever". The kind of questions asked were pretty lame, and I decided to get a can of Ice-tea after I was done with my beer, not wanting to end up shitfaced.
"Never have I ever sucked a dick!" A guy finally exclaimed, shooting a few lusty sly glances at the girls sitting around the fire. I grabbed my can and took a swig of Liptonic.
"You only drink if you've done it, dummy!" Marion told me with a mocking chuckle, apparently believing I just didn't understand the rule. Other around the circle laughed at that and I smiled at Marion, looking at her in the eye.
"Yeah, I know." I confirmed before taking another swig to prove my point.
Yanis looked at me with a pleading gaze as the circle fell silent, shock very visible on their faces. Ugo and Gianlucca stared at each other, horrified, but the reaction that amused me the most was Antonu's.
He was sitting next to his stupid girlfriend, his eyes locked on my face with a mix of stupor and pure hatred, slowly shaking his head in pure disgust as a smile spread on my face.
"Uh... I think it's my turn." Bastien eventually said, breaking the awkward silence and resuming the game. I took the opportunity to discreetly wink at Antonu, further provoking him.
Yanis put his hand on my shoulder, giving me a faint smile that both conveyed the fact that he had my back and that I was getting myself unnecessarily in trouble.
Surprisingly, my classmates quickly went back to their usual mood, and no one really acted weird with me, Marion being even friendlier from then on. Of course, I got nasty stares from a few guys, not even talking about Ugo, Gianlucca and Antonu that didn't look like they digested the information, but I was not interacting with them to start with, so it wouldn't change anything to me.
Yanis was getting more heavily intoxicated by the minute, and I decided to soon opt out, still feeling tired from the amount of sun I took in during the day and not wanting to overstretch myself. I got up and walked away from the party to call my brother and check if he was available to pick up. He answered after the second attempt and told me he would pick me up in about an hour. I think he was out with friends as well, and I felt a little guilty to bother him with it, but I didn't really have an alternative. Not having a car really sucked in Corsica, as you could not do anything without it.
I hang up and realised I had a few text messages from Ange, my heart jumping with excitement, when someone approached from behind.
"Oh, that's you!" I said with contempt, staring at Antonu with an unimpressed pout.
"What's the problem, fag, you were expecting someone?" He spat back, looking at me up and down with his insufferable bourgeois style in his white Ralph Lauren polo shirt.
"If only! Any dick would be better than the sight of your stupid face!"
"Aw, am I not your style?" Antonu sneered with a fake sad voice. I took a few steps in his direction, his perfume filling my nostrils, and chuckled to his face mockingly.
"Not really, no."
"I thought you fags were less picky, to be honest." Antonu laughed coldly, staring at me provocatively.
I then placed my hand on his crotch, making him yelp with surprise and take a step back, looking at me with utter stupor.
"What? You sounded like you were offering!" I cruelly chuckled, high on adrenalin and way past the point to care.
"Oh, yeah?" Antonu finally angrily muttered before frantically unbuttoning his short. "That's what you want? Fucking Pinzutu!" He added before putting his hand on my shoulder and roughly making me fall on my knees. "You've got a big mouth, let's see if it can make anything else than speaking shit!"
I stared at him dumbfoundedly, unable to tell if he was serious or not, my heart jumping in my ribcage and my hands shaking with nervousness. He pulled his dick out, right in front of my face. It was soft, but looked nothing like the tiny pecker I described a few weeks earlier. I gulped, shooting him another insecure glance before he shook his head mockingly at me.
"That's what I thought, all barks and no bite!" He spat out with contempt before grabbing his short to tuck his dick back in. I grabbed his wrist before he could, not knowing what possessed me, before approaching my face to his crotch and opening my mouth to engulf his soft cock.
A moan escaped him as I started twirling my tongue around his cock-head, feeling him growing inside of my mouth. He put his hand behind my head and pressed me further against his pubes, forcing me to take more of it.
Damn, he was big, way bigger than I would have ever imagined. I was in fag heaven, servicing this handsome hung rugbyman, almost forgetting he was an absolute asshole that I wanted to punch in the face every time he opened his mouth.
I grabbed his balls while bobbing up and down his shaft, feeling their heaviness in the palm of my hand as his scent intoxicated me further, making me high with lust.
Antonu had his eyes closed, his face twisted in orgasmic bliss, his fat cock twitching inside of my mouth, both of us momentarily forgetting the hatred we felt for one another.
"Fuck..." He muttered in a barely audible voice, his fingers tightly clinging my hair and maintaining the pressure. I managed to break free, getting his dick out of my mouth before opening wide and slapping it loudly against my tongue, provocatively looking him in the eye. He shook his head, a mix of lust and disgust in his eyes.
I kissed the tip of his dick before engulfing it again, speeding up my rhythm and gagging a few times in the process. His eyes were revulsed with pleasure, feeling his orgasm approaching as I focused on servicing him, finding my pleasure only through his.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes, his face contorted as I felt his cock vibrate under my tongue right before the first rope of cum filled my mouth. I moaned like a whore, swallowing while slowing down the rhythm, his balls pulsating under my fingertips.
When I got his spent cock out of my mouth in a loud pop, I raised my eyes and smirked at him. He seemed far from amused, his mood going back to what it was a few minutes earlier, tugging his deflating cock back into his underwear while shooting me a death stare.
"If you say a word to anyone, you're dead!" He warned me sternly before turning around and walking away.
I stayed on my knees, laughing to myself and thinking that my next interactions with him would be way funnier from now on.
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