A French Summer - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Louis sat across from his mother on the patio outside. It was warmer than it had been since I’d arrived, and I envied the family as they lounged around in the shade. I continued to de-weed the gardens, but my eyes were regularly attracted to the young man, and it didn’t take long for him to realise it.

Elodie finished her third glass of wine and had decided that speaking to her son in French wasn’t having the effect that she had wished. She caught him looking at me and presumably decided that humiliating him in front of me was a better course of action.

“You are showing off now, Louis” she said, loud enough for me to hear. “Are you trying to impress him?”

Realising that I could now understand their conversation, Louis turned his attention back to his mother and scowled.

“No. Why would I be trying to impress him?”

Elodie shot a glance in my direction, but I continued to work. “He’s older” she said, “American, handsome”.

“Mother!” Louis barked, “I’m not trying to impress anybody”.

I smiled to myself.

“Well then why aren’t you going out with your friends? You’ve left the house twice since Jacob arrived”.

“Because I don’t want to go out” he spat, “it’s too warm”.

They continued to bicker as I wondered if the real reason for Louis remaining at home was in fact, me. It was an interesting thought, and one that I was becoming increasingly curious about. It was clear that Louis had some secrets, but were those secrets what I thought they were?

“What about that girl?” Elodie continued, “the blonde girl who you spent all of last summer doting over”.

“I didn’t dote” he hissed, “and I don’t like her anymore, we were just friends”.

“Just friends? Louis, I barely saw you last summer” she laughed, “you were in love with that girl”.

“I’ve never been in love” he replied, and I could feel his eyes on me. “I don’t believe in it”.

“You don’t believe in love?” She replied, “what about your father and I?”

Louis scoffed. So did Elodie.

“Perhaps you’re right” she said, sipping, “maybe it’s a myth”.

“I disagree” I interjected, and the two of them stared at me. I wiped sweat from my brow and leaned on the small spade.

“Do you now?” She asked, a slight smirk on her face as she slid an empty glass across the table and filled it. “Do tell”.

I stepped forward, but as soon as I did, Louis got to his feet. “Maybe I will go out” he said, and before his mother could reply, he disappeared into the house.

“He likes you” she said, smiling. “Ensure that the feeling isn’t mutual”.

I took the opportunity to get out of the sun, and sat down across the table from her as she crossed her long legs. She really was quite beautiful, and I could now see where Louis got his looks.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean” I replied, and she scoffed.

“He’s not like other boys his age” she continued, “I’ve known it for years”.

“He’s eighteen” I replied, taking a sip of the rich wine, “he’s a man now”.

She laughed again.

“His father won’t allow it” she explained, “not under this roof. Do yourself and us a favour, and don’t lead him on”.

In the days that followed, I began to understand why Louis did everything in his power to avoid his father. The man was a brute, and although I could rarely understand the conversations between them, it was obvious that he had little time for his son.

Almost two weeks after I’d arrived at the Manor, Louis knocked again.

“Have you read the book?”

“I told you, I can’t read French” I replied, and he rolled his eyes and sat on the end of my bed.

“Have you tried?”

I sat up and stared at him. He looked even more handsome than usual, in his cream coloured linen shorts and matching shirt. His sun kissed skin had become even more golden since my arrival.

“Read me something from it” I said, as we looked deep into each other’s eyes. A moment later, Louis flicked open the book.

“Il y avait entre eux cette sorte de liaison intime que l’on ose à peine définir, tant elle est merveilleuse et redoutable.”

The way in which he spoke the words made my heart race. I had no idea what he had said, of course, but it sounded quite nice. He set the book down and leaned close enough that I could smell the sweet warmth from him.

“What does it mean?” I whispered.

“There was between them, that kind of intimate connection that one hardly dares to define, so marvellous and formidable it is” he breathed back.

A silence fell for a moment, and we simply watched each other.

“Still” he smiled, “I don’t believe in love”.

His soft lips touched mine. It was less a kiss, and more a special moment where the two of us knew exactly what we both wanted. Louis took my hand and placed it between his legs, and I felt him harden right under my fingers.

“Your father” I said, remembering his mother’s warning.

“Fuck him”.

Louis pushed his tongue into my mouth. He tasted of mint toothpaste, and suddenly I was sliding my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, touching a part of his body that had never been touched by a man before. He was as smooth as silk, and wet with excitement, and I squeezed him until he moaned.

His curious hands explored my body. First, he travelled up my t-shirt, feeling my abs, chest and nipples. He slid them down my sides, sending shivers through my body, and continued further still, until he found my cock.

“You’re big” he breathed, stroking me.

“No” I smiled, massaging his warm balls. “You’re just small”.

His eyes narrowed before he grinned back, and pushed me further onto the bed.

“I’m a virgin” he said, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it.

“I would never have guessed” I teased, watching as the eighteen year old slid out of his shorts and straddled my groin, naked.

No further conversation was necessary. Louis slid back between my legs and dragged my shorts down. My half hard cock flopped out, and he wasted no time in grabbing it.

“Can I suck it?” He asked, as I placed my hands behind my head and smiled at him.

“If you’d like to”.

I let out a long breath as his inexperienced lips closed around my cock head. His wet tongue slipped across the helmet, sending shots of pleasure through my groin, and he continued deeper until he let out soft gags.

For somebody who had never sucked a dick before, Louis was exceptionally talented.

I relaxed into the blowjob and listened as he slurped and swallowed, and after almost ten minutes of heaven, he sat back to reveal his own throbbing erection.

“I want you to fuck me” he said, and kept his eyes on mine as he crawled further up my body and positioned my cock against his hole. “Will you?”

I reached out and took his cock into my hand before nodding, and watched as he pressed my rod against his virgin hole and began to impale himself on it. He gasped, groaned and moaned as his young sphincter began to stretch, but it took him only minutes before he slid down the entire length.

“You’ve practised” I grunted, as I began to pump pre-cum into his bowels.

“With my fingers” he whimpered, thrusting his hips as he bounced.

We didn’t speak after that. Louis continued to fuck himself on my cock as I teased his own one. I watched as his naked body glistened in sweat, and his eyes rolled back in his head. I felt his cock swell between my fingers, and shortly after, he orgasmed.

He bit down on his lip, squeezed his eyes shut, and his hole clenched around the base of my cock as he squirted ropes of sperm across my chest. Still, the young man bounced, until I, too, reached climax.

I moaned out as I filled his hole with cum. His eyes widened as he realised it, but he continued to take me until I softened inside him.

“That was good” he nodded, breathless and drained.

“Just good?”

My cock slipped out of him as he got to his feet and began to dress. “Don’t tell my father”.

“Ah” I smiled, “and I was planning to discuss it over dinner”.

He walked back to the door and looked over his shoulder at me. For the first time since I’d arrived, Louis looked happy.

“Goodnight, Jacob”.

“Goodnight, Louis”.