My German Lover, Part 27, chapter 2

“Free for what?” I answered, playing dumb…

He scratched the back of his neck and looked down at the ground sheepishly, which only made him cute. I wanted to jump on him, to kiss him from head to toe… But of course, I controlled my urges and just grinned at him…

“I’m serious Jack. I need you…”, he said, raising his beautiful green eyes to look at me…

I melted. If only he knew how much I also needed him…

“Your place or mine?”, I answered…

“Huh?”

“To study during the weekend”, I answered, rolling my eyes… “Your place or mine?”

“Oh… so you’re gonna help me?”

“What do you think silly? You know perfectly well I would never let you down! (…) It looks like we’re in for a long weekend, then… So! You’re place or mine?”

“My place. And don’t forget your toothbrush! You better stay over at my house tomorrow night, so we don’t lose time Sunday morning… I’d like to go through all the chapters…”

“Yeah yeah… Anything for you mate…”, I answered, grinning… 

“Thanks buddy…. I owe you one”, he answered with a broad smile on his face, clapping me on the back. Then, he looked at his watch and said: “I gotta a go Jack. It’s getting late and I’m bushed. At what time do you think you can be at my house tomorrow morning?”

“Nine?”, I answered…

“Cool!” he said, flashing me a smile that made my knees weak. “You’re cup of coffee will be waiting for you!”

And of course that night I lay in my bed allowing myself to wank off whilst thinking of Richard’s hard defined body rubbing against me. I closed my eyes and started to think about all the things I’d do to him… how I would take all my time to make love to him, to pleasure him… I could picture myself laying on top of him, running my hands through his black, curly hair… kissing him. It was almost as if I could feel our hard, throbbing dicks squished between the two of us. I could imagine myself slowly kissing my way down his muscular chest and beautiful abs… I could almost hear a faint moan escape his lips as I would start kissing then licking the head of his beautiful dick, savoring the sweetness of his precum… Then taking all of his thick eight-incher into my mouth. I could almost feel his dick enter my throat…and hear him shiver and gasp, startled by the sudden pleasure. Then I could picture myself with my hot, wet mouth pouncing on his throbbing cock. I could even feel his dick harden even more into my mouth… and hear him scream out as the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced would rip through him. I kept jerking off thinking about that and as my orgasm blossomed, I gasped…then shot four thick streams of hot cum all over my stomach.

After the final waves of my orgasm faded, I grinned… thinking of how good I was at fantasizing. My fantasy felt so real! Unbelievable! But it was just that: A fantasy and nothing more! Again I grinned: I didn’t care about that and anyway… I was not hurting anyone was I? No one but me. But I couldn’t see that at the time… 

On Saturday morning I got up early, took a quick shower and I packed a few things. Then I drove to Richard’s house.

“Ah! I’m glad to see you dude.”, he said while opening the front door to let me in. “You’re my savior!”, he added, flashing me another of his irresistible smiles…

We went upstairs to his room and started studying. Richard wasn’t dumb, far from that, and his English was not “THAT” bad. Well… it was not that bad… but not that good either. But he was doing his best to learn.

“…I don’t understand”, he said at one point. “No I don’t understand!”

“What!”

“…You were born in France… and you’re the one who’s good in English. It should be me: I was born here in Canada!”

“Well… it’s not my fault. Our next-door neighbors in Paris were from England… and I used to play with their children… That’s how I’ve learned! And do you know what’s the problem here, in Canada? People speak French in parts of the country, and English in other parts. And we just don’t mingle! Tell me pal: In Montréal, when do you need to speak English huh?”

“…Never!”

“That’s it. And if you were living in Vancouver, do you think you would need to know how to speak French to live there?”

“No!”, he answered, laughing… “I guess if I was living in Vancouver, it would be more useful for me if I knew how to speak Chinese”

“Right! And look at us in Québec: During winter, people travel so much to places like Mexico, the Dominican Republic or Cuba… I guess it would be more useful for us to learn how to speak Spanish than to learn how to speak English! (…) But anyway pal… It’s not a Spanish test you’re having Monday morning… but an English test, so let’s study huh?”, I said, smirking…

“Shit!”, he answered.

“Look Richard: I suggest that today, we go through half of the chapters… and tomorrow, we could go through the other half. What do you say?”

“Okay…”

And that’s what we did.

“It wasn’t so bad…” I said to him Saturday night, as we were about to call it a night. “We’ve been through half of the chapters… just as we said we would… And you’re English is getting better you know…”

“Yeah well… it’s all thanks to you pal! (…) But now I’m fucked!”

“Oh? You’ve been fucked? Did you enjoy?”, I asked, laughing…

“Huh? (…) That’s not what I meant smartass…”, he answered, laughing too…

“I know silly! I was just testing your sense of humor. That’s all…”, I said grinning…

“…Really… I’m beat!” he said, closing his eyes before stretching his arms above his head with all of his muscles flexed.

His shirt came up and revealed his nice abs…

My heart skipped a beat or two! I did all my best not to stare… but for a few seconds I just couldn’t keep my eyes away from his crotch and his nice abs. Beside, his eyes were closed so what the heck! But when I felt my cock starting to swell I suddenly said:

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom…”

“Sure!”, he answered, opening his eyes to look at me… “And you don’t need coins to pay to go to the can tonight: It’s on me!”, he added, laughing…

I went to the bathroom and willed my cock down. And before I left the bathroom, I dug some change out my pocket and just for fun… put two dimes on the toilet cover! I grinned, then walked back to his room and said:

“What about a snack? I’m hungry…”

“Me too… let’s go downstairs and have something to eat!”

We went to the kitchen and made ourselves some chicken sandwiches. Then we watched some TV and finally went to bed. Thank God I was sleeping in the guest bedroom!

As I was about to turn off the lights, my bedroom door suddenly swung open and Richard ran to my bed with my two dimes in the palm of his hand, laughing his heart out…

“You… smartass…”

He jumped on my bed and we started to wrestled… but there was not much I could do to defend myself since he was straddling me and I was under my sheet. But it felt so good having him right on top of me like that. I looked up at him, gazing… taking in every detail of his gorgeous face, from his luscious lips to his irresistible, piercing emerald eyes. His hair was tousled, his bangs hanging down over his forehead. He was looking down at me, laughing… My dick began to swell and started to press up against his own crotch as I lay there staring at this Adonis I had jacked off thinking about only last night. My heart was pounding in my chest and gooseflesh came over me. I felt only one thing at that moment: Desire! I wanted him, and it was as simple as that. I did my best not to show him my emotions although I could hardly keep myself from jumping his bones.

I guess he sensed that… because he stopped laughing, and just stared down at me for a second or two, panting. Then he gave a quick, nervous laugh and got up.

“Um… guess it’s time for me to go to bed huh?”, he said…

I blushed and answered a little unsteadily:

“Yes! Do that… and let me go to sleep, asshole…”, I answered, grinning… “You can keep the dimes you know…”, I finally said, laughing. Looking back, I think I did a pretty good job of acting cool.

“Go to hell!”, he answered, laughing too.

At that he walked out of my room and closed the door behind him.

I turned off the lights and started to fantasize about what had just happened, my right fist wrapped around my hard dick, slowly pumping. My eyes were closed in ecstasy and it didn’t take long before my entire body began convulsing as I pleasured myself. My dick was oozing so much I couldn’t believe it. I kept slowly pumping my meat, fantasizing about Richard kissing me and making love to me. Suddenly, I gasped several times, my muscles tensed, and several volleys of my juice shot out of my dick and landed all over my chest and stomach. I continued gasping as my orgasm stretched on and finally, with a final grunt, my head collapsed back on my pillow, the aftershocks of my orgasm flowing through me. My hand continued slowly stroking my cock, squeezing the last few drops of liquid onto my stomach. My orgasm slowly ebbed. I grabbed a bunch of tissues from the edge of my bed and wiped up my fluid. I waited for my dick to soften, went to the bathroom and flushed the tissues into the toilet.

I slept well that night and made sweet dreams…

Early the morning after I heard someone knock on my door:

“Hey… you up?”, I heard Richard ask… “I’m going down for breakfast…”

“Yeah. Let me take a quick shower… and I’ll meet you there… won’t take long”

“Sure!”

I took a quick shower, got dress and went downstairs to join Richard for breakfast…

I was taking a sip of orange juice when Richard said:

“Um… about last night…”

I froze but tried to act as naturally as I could. I looked back at him and said:

“…What about it?”, I answered, feigning confusion to stall for time…

“Listen, man… I didn’t mean… I don’t want you to think that…”

I shrugged dismissingly and said:

“Hey… Nothing happened last night…”

“I wasn’t even going to bring it up except that…”

“Look, like I said, nothing happened okay? Don’t give it a second thought.”
He looked at me with his luminous, green eyes… drilling into mine. I knew he didn’t believe me and I was frustrated because he seemed to be able to read my emotions like a book.

“Yeah, okay, cool”, he answered.

The next few minutes were spent in silence. I kind of picked at my toast until he had finished his breakfast.

“You’re not eating?”, he asked…

“…Not hungry this morning…”, I answered. 

Obviously, our conversation had done a number on my appetite.

“…Want to get back to studying now?”, I later asked…

“Yup. Let’s go to my room…”

That day we went through the rest of the chapters and at the end of the day, he was more than ready to have his test!

“…I don’t know what I could do to thank you pal!”, he said, giving me a friendly hug…

I looked at him and said to myself: Yeah! Well… Don’t ask me twice pal, cause I’m gonna tell you what I would like you to do to thank me: Just drop your pants, and let me give you the best blowjob of your life! But of course, I didn’t say that! Shit no! Rather I said:

“…No sweat pal. At what time is your test tomorrow morning?”

“Nine…”

“I’ll give you a ride. I’ll be here at eight.”

“…But you don’t have a test tomorrow morning… only tomorrow afternoon…”

“I know. But I’ll go to the library… I’d like to go over a few details before the test tomorrow afternoon…”

“Okay then. See you at eight”.

Of course, I didn’t need to go to the library at all: I just wanted to be with him for a while, and I wanted to be there to wish him good luck for his test.

So Monday morning at eight I was at his house to pick him up and then, we went to College.

Once there I parked my car and as we were walking over to the main building where he was having his test, Richard look at and me and said:

“…I’m so nervous…”

I took him by the arm and said to him:

“Hey. You’re ready pal! Don’t worry! Everything will be fine. I’m telling you! Now calm down will you?”

“Yes. You’re right! Thanks!”

We entered the main building and as Richard was about to leave me he said:

“…Thanks Jack.”

“Remember Richard: Take your time. Read the questions at least twice! Don’t rush! You’ll do fine. I’m sure. Good luck dude!”, I answered, with a nice smile on my face…

“I’m glad you’re here this morning… Thanks”, he answered…

“…When it’s over, come and get me… I’ll be at the library. Maybe after, we can go for pizza or something…”

“I will…”

And of course… all went well: As I had said, he was ready.

We went through all our exams and before we even realized it… we were on vacation!

On May 16th my family and I left Montréal and five hours later, we were landing at Fort-de-France.

On the 23rd, I borrowed my father’s car and drove to the Lamentin airport. I wanted to be there early, to be sure I would be there when Richard’s plane would land. His plane was on time and when I saw him waiting for his turn to go through the customs, I waved at him with a big smile on my face. He waved back at me… and I could see he was excited. It was his first time in Martinique… I knew the only other place he had travel to in the past was Florida! I smiled to myself, thinking he was about to discover what a tropical island is really all about!

Finally he made it through the customs… and he ran to me, taking me into his arms, hugging me!

“Welcome to Martinique!”, I said, beaming… “Ready to go?”

“Yeah!”, he answered, smiling…

“How was the temperature in Montréal when you left?”

“Rainy and rather cold for this time of year…”, he answered.

As we were about to exit the terminal I turned across to look at him and said:

“…Well dude: Get ready. There’s no air conditioning outside you know… You’re about to feel some hot, humid air on your skin!”

The automatic glass doors opened in front of us and once outside Richard said:

“Ouf! It’s hot! It’s really hot! I just love it!”

“Told you so…”, I answered, laughing… “I hope you don’t have a fur coat in your luggage…”

“And it’s only now that you tell me that? I brought my beaver coat along with me you know…”, he answered, laughing…

We laughed all the way to the car. I then put his luggage in the trunk and said: “Your beaver coat smells!”

We almost died right then and there, laughing our hearts out…

Eventually we made our way out of the parking lot and not too far from the Airport, I took the N5 towards the South. We had been driving for about five minutes when Richard said:

“Do you know what I’d like?”

“No. What…”

“Could we turn off the air conditioning in the car and open the windows. I’d like to feel and smell the warm air…”

“Sure!”, I said, smiling…

And we just did that. Richard seemed to be so happy… and so was I.

“…How far is it from here to your house?”

“…About 50 km… We’ll be there in about one hour.”

“One hour? To cover 50km?”

“Well… we have to drive through a few towns like Sainte-Luce and Le Marin… And anyway… are you in a hurry? Hey: You’re not in Montréal here… so you’ll have to slow down your pace dude! Here, we take the time to live and enjoy life!”

“I guess you’re right! We’re on vacation after all, aren’t we?”, he answered, laughing…

And of course on our way, Richard couldn’t stop from looking around. He was stunned by the beauty of the island...

“God! It’s so beautiful here… Everything is beautiful! I can’t believe my eyes! The lush, luxuriant vegetation… the flowers everywhere… It’s fascinating!”, he said…

“Yeah…. You know… The Carib Indians used to refer to the island as “Madinina”: The “Island of Flowers”… Now I guess you understand why…”, I answered…

“…I thought that most of the people living on the Caribbean Islands were poor… But I don’t see poverty here…”

I laughed… and said:

“…No. People in Martinique are not poor, far from it. You know…Martinique is a little bit of France lost in the Antilles… same thing for Guadeloupe, St. Barth and St. Martin. You’re in France here. Martinique is not a French colony: it’s an overseas department and it’s part of France as much as Paris is! But visit the other Islands… go to St. Lucia, to Dominica… to Grenada or to Jamaica… and you’ll see how poor people are over there. They wanted their independence from Britain, and the british were too happy to let them go since it was costing them a bundle to subsidize them. Since then, most of them have been struggling to economically survive without Britain”, I explained to him… “Seeing that, some islands have wisely decided not to ask for their independence… like the Caiman Islands or Turks & Caicos… Anguilla even refused to get incorporated into the Federation of St. Kitts & Nevis…”

“..You’re kidding…”

“No no…”, I answered, laughing… “Against the wishes of the inhabitants, Angilla was incorporated by the British into that Federation… but the inhabitants rebelled and the British had no other choice but to intervene militarily…”

“And what happened?”

“Well… when St. Kitts & Nevis achieved independence, Angilla remained a British colony… and now, the island is a British overseas territory…”

“Unbelievable…”

“Yeah!”, I answered, laughing…

So we continued like that… making small talk… having fun. Eventually we reached my house where Richard was warmly greeted by my parents as well as by my brother Robert.

During his stay I also had the opportunity to introduced him to our friends at Bagatelle. They greeted him warmly and said nothing, although they knew perfectly well who Richard was. Knowing my old friends as well as I do, I knew they were a bit disconcerted though… 

Due to the fact that Richard and I were always together, I just couldn’t have a private talk with them to explain the situation to them and so I decided that would have to wait until the moment Richard would go back to Montréal. And to be honest… I was glad I could postpone our talk…

We spent our vacation swimming, sunbathing, visiting and sailing, since my dad had bought a nice sailboat. At first, I wasn’t too good at sailing her since I knew nothing about sailing… but my dad taught me and gradually, with each passing day, I became quite good at it…

Those were the best vacation I had ever had.

Richard and I were together…. and it felt so good, having him with me all the time. I couldn’t have been happier.

Since we have a guest bedroom in our house in Martinique, Richard had his own room… and so there was no problem with that. And he did his best never to change in front of me: I appreciated his efforts… although some times I was kind of hoping I could see him change, so I could give his gorgeous naked body a glimpse or two! But that didn’t happen…

However since we were spending most of our days outside just wearing trunks, every day I had the chance to look and admire his luscious, well defined body. And I didn’t missed a chance to check him out! You bet I didn’t! But I always made sure he couldn’t catch me doing so! I became an expert at that!