My German Lover, Part 27, chapter 3

Early one morning I took the car and drove to Sainte-Anne, where the Club Med is located…

Once there, with my backpack slung across my shoulder I walked over to the reception area, and told a young guy at the reception desk I wanted to spend the day at Club Med… explaining that I wanted to water-ski…

« Sure pal! », he answered, smiling at me… « You live around here huh?… I think I’ve seen you once or twice in the nearby village… »

« Yes… My dad owns a house right next to the Bagatelle Plantation. Actually, I’m living at Bagatelle since the rest of my family is in Montréal… »

« Oh yes, I think I know where you live… Is your house the nice sky-blue, Creole house with a tiled roof right next to the beach? »

« Yup, that’s it… », I answered, grinning…

« A very nice place you have there… »

« Well… like I said it’s my dad’s house, not mine… »

« Yeah, sure… » he answered, grinning… « Anyway… It’s going to be 450 Francs… but it’s all-inclusive… all the meals and the wine at the meals… and all the activities are included in that price… but your drinks at the bar or at the discotheque are not included. »

« …But if I want to have a beer at the bar, what do I do? »

« …Are you eighteen? », the guy asked me, grinning…

« Sure », I answered, lying…

« And I suppose that if I ask you for your ID, you will tell me you left them at your house, huh? »

« Right », I answered, laughing my heart out… 

« Yeah… that’s what I thought! Well… you’re a cool guy, and you look old enough to me so… If you want to have drinks at the bar or at the discotheque, you’ve got to pay for them with tickets that we sell here… We sell them in booklets of 50 Francs… 100… 150, or 250 Francs… We call them « tickets-Bar »… so you want to buy a booklet? »

« …Sure… give me the one at 250 Francs…

« Okay… and remember pal : Don’t drink too much, cause at the end of the night, you’re gonna have to drive your car back to your house… »

« Don’t worry dude, I won’t… », I answered, smiling at him…

« …Now for waterskiing… I suggest you go to the pontoon, and ask for Michel… he’s the G.O. in charge of water-ski at the Village… », the guy said while fastening a blue bracelet around my right wrist…

« …A G.O.? », I asked… « What’s that? »

« It stands for « Gentil Organisateur » (Friendly Organizer…) », he answered, smiling…

« Oh… yes, thanks dude »

« Have fun pal! »

« I will… »

I looked down at the map of the Club the guy had given to me, and located the pontoon. I began to slowly walk in that direction, through the lush vegetation and through the immense grove of palms…

I had heard about that Club Med before, and I had seen it a few times from the distance, while sailing with my dad along the coast… but I had never been there before…

So now, for the first time, I was able to visit the Club and see for myself how stunning the place really was…

Everything around me was perfect… the small white, red-roofed buildings surrounded by flowers and superb flamboyants trees, whose red and yellow flowers set the Club ablaze… the large, lovely tropical garden… Shit! The place was huge…

As I kept walking towards the pontoon, I kept looking around… « Wow! », I said to myself « I would live in a place like that… »

Then I finally reached the long pontoon…

It was early in the morning… and I was the only one there, except for someone doing some work in a motorboat at the very end of the long pontoon…

So I walked towards that boat… and then, I saw him… and I was totally stunned: that guy was the hottest dude on earth! « Oh shit! », I said to myself…

He was standing there in the boat, his hands planted on his hips, looking down at something in the water. He had golden-blond curly hair.,.. and had a very tanned body. He was about 6 feet tall and I reckon his age around 20. He was only wearing faded blue jeans… and no T-shirt…

His body was muscular, currently covered in a fine sheen of sweat that seemed to make him glow…

As he heard me walking on the pontoon, he turned his head a bit to look at me… then smiled and said :

« Hi! »

« Hey! », I answered, smiling to him… looking into his striking blue eyes… « I’m looking for Michel… »

« …Well dude… I guess that’s me! », he answered, giving me the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen : His bright white teeth were shining like the sun and stood out in a shocking contrast against his tanned face. That smile made me melt.

I offered him my hand which he took into a strong and virile shake…

« I’m Jack », I said, smiling at the hunk…

« Hi, Jack… », he answered, looking at my blue bracelet… « Spending the day at Club Med with us, huh? »

« Yeah… I like to water-ski… »

« You’re on vacation around here? »

« Yes and no… I mean… My dad owns the house right next to the Bagatelle Plantation. Actually, I’m staying at Bagatelle since the rest of my family is in Montréal… That’s where I’m from. But this year I’ve decided to take a sabbatical leave and to stay in Martinique for its duration. So I guess that’s it!”»

« So, you’re Canadian? »

« Yeah », I answered, grinning…

« You don’t have the Canadian accent… »

« I know… I was born in France… and we moved to Montréal when I was about ten…”

«Oh I see… », he answered, grinning…

He went back looking at something into the water… then said :

« Hey dude… would you give me a hand with this… », he asked, looking at a big chain going from the boat and into the water… « I’m trying to raise that goddamn anchor… but I think it’s stuck in the mud… »

« Sure », I answered, dropping my backpack on the pontoon, and hopping into the boat to give him a hand with that anchor…

As I was hopping into the boat he turned to look at the chain and leaned a bit over the side of the boat… so now, I had a perfect view of his toned back, and of his nice full butt…

« …Come over here », he asked me… « and pull on the chain along with me, will you? »

« Sure… »

Now that we were standing side by side… I was able to smell his manly scent and his musky odor… Shit! The guy smelled good…

His strong hands were holding the chain… and as he was trying to raise the anchor, I could see his strong arm muscles bulge…

I gripped the chain, and as we were pulling the anchor out of the water, not only our hands were brushing… but so were our shoulders, our hips and our thighs…

Feeling this blond god so near to me… well… butterflies and gooseflesh came over me and my mind started spinning… my blood rushing… and my chest heaving.

And of course, I felt my dick getting tight in my khaki shorts… as I tried not to stare at his awesome body…

« …That’s it pal! We got it… », he shouted to me when we saw the anchor reach the surface… « We got it out of the mud, thanks to you… », he said, giving the most perfect smile, his pearly whites dazzling…

« … So… you like waterskiing, huh? », he later asked me, as we were sitting on the pontoon, side by side…

« Yeah!… You’re in charge of water-ski around here huh? »

« No sweat… », I answered, grinning…

« …So you say you’re staying at Bagatelle huh? I’ve seen that beautiful Plantation… Quite an Estate! So you know the owners?”»

« Yeah… I’ve known them for quite some time now… »

« Is it true about what people say?”

“What?”

“That they are gay?” »

« So what! I don’t give a damn about that. That kind of thing, you know… their sex life, I mean is their business, not mine. I really don’t care what people do. » I answered, a bit annoyed… « Do you? »

« Not at all… », he answered, grinning… “As I always say “Live and let live”, you know… no, I guess I was just curious to know if the rumor was true, that’s all” (…)

After a moment of silence, he finally said:

“ So… I guess we won’t have problems with you today huh? »

« What do you mean? »

« … Waterskiing… I mean, you have muscular legs… and from what I’ve seen, you also have strong arms and strong shoulders… not like most of our guests around here. They just aren’t strong enough to water-ski », he answered, grinning…

« Yeah », I answered… « I’m on my College swim team… and I’m also a member of our polo team… »

« …Hey! Just like me… », he replied with a big smile on his face, turning across to look at me… « I should have known… you have an athletic build… »

«You like swimming? …Nice! », I answered… « Do you mind if I ask how old you are? »

« …No… I’m nineteen… », he answered, laughing…

« Not very old to be in charge of water-ski around here, huh? »

« We’re all pretty young around here, you know… »

« You asked me about the rumor concerning the owners of Bagatelle… so… may I ask you a question about another rumor?” I asked him…

“Sure dude… what rumor?”

“Well…I’ve heard that the people in charge at Club Med only hire the best looking girls and guys to work at their Clubs… Is that rumor true?», I asked, laughing…

He looked at me with a surprised look on his face… and after a moment he said :

« I don’t know about that rumor… All I know is that you’ve got to be good at what you do to be hired by the Club… »

« Yeah… anyway, I’m sure you get your share of stares from the ladies around here… »

« Whatever… », he answered, grinning and gazing at the Sea…

« You guys at Club Med have quite a reputation you know…”

He turned to look at me with his piercing blue eyes and burst out laughing… then he ruffled my dirty blond, wavy hair playfully and answered : « Yeah well… that reputation is a bit exaggerated you know… It’s true that some of the guys here -and some of the girls also- never miss a chance to fool around with the clients… but I mean… that doesn’t mean we are all playboys you know… I know I’m not like that… (…) Anyway… did you bring your Speedos? », he asked me, looking at my backpack…

« Huh? », I asked…

« Yeah… I hope you don’t intend to wear one of those baggy boxer-type trunks … speedos are the best for waterskiing… »

« …I didn’t bring my speedos… don’t tell me I’ll have to go back home to get them… »

« (…) Look… I have one pair I could lend to you, if you don’t mind wearing mine… I mean… »

« No no… No problem, really… would you lend them to me? Just for the day? »

« Sure dude… No problem. Anyway, I’ve got to go back to my case to change, so come along with me, and you can change over there… », he answered, smiling at me with his perfect smile…

« Your case? What’s that? »

« Um… around here, they pair us two by two so I share a « case » … or a small hut if you prefer… with another guy… And let me tell you, he’s quite a specimen… talking about guys chasing after the ladies… well he’s one of them! And don’t ask me where the hell he is now, cause he didn’t come to sleep at our case last night…”

« (…) He probably spent the night with a girl someplace else…”, I answered, grinning…

« …Probably… So… You’re coming? », he said as he rose to his feet…

« Yeah, I’m following you… », I cheerfully answered…

Shit! I would have followed that guy anywhere… even to hell!

So we walked side by side through the Club Med village, making our way to his case, making small talk…

When we reached his case, he turned and said to me :

« …Just wait here for a second, will you?… I want to make sure my roommate is not in there with his latest conquest… »

I grinned…

Seconds later, he was back with a big smile on his face and said :

« …All’s clear! »

We both walked into his case. It wasn’t very big… and it was sparsely furnished. Two twin beds, separated by a small table… two dressers and two chairs… not much. And it was hot like hell in there! Obviously, they didn’t have air conditioning in there… I looked up at a wall, right next to one of the twin beds and saw posters of big breasted women in bikinis… as well as a nudie calendar pinned on the wall…

« Which one is your bed? », I asked him…

« That one… », he answered, pointing to the other bed… not the one with the posters over it…

I looked at the wall right next to his bed. There was nothing pinned on it…

« Figures… », I answered, laughing…

He looked up at the posters and smiled :

« Yup! That’s André alright! That’s my roommate’s bed… »

He walked over to his dresser and after opening the first top drawer, he pulled out two speedos from it then turned to me :

« Here… this pair should fit you perfectly. You’re almost my size », he said, smiling, tossing to me a black speedo « That’s the one I prefer… »

« …And what are you going to wear? »

« This pair… », he answered, showing me a light blue speedo… « Try yours… »

Try them? In front of him? In front of that blond god standing right there in front of me, only wearing a pair of faded blue jeans… I knew I was already starting to sport a hardon, just looking at his luscious, well defined chest and the gorgeous six pack… What was I suppose to do? Get undressed in front of that hunk and embarrass myself? No way! What would he think of me?

« Go ahead… », he said again, smiling at me like if undressing in front of him was the most natural thing in the world to do…

Well for me, it wasn’t. And my embarrassment must have shown on my face because the next thing I knew, he was undoing the button on his jeans and soon, his jeans slid down his muscular, tanned legs to the floor. He was wearing a tight pair of white boxer briefs… My dick lurched in my shorts and threatened to rise to full mast. Thank God I was wearing my long T-shirt over my shorts…and so my crotch was partly covered … 

But then… he slid his briefs to the floor, and kicked them away, along with his jeans…

God! I almost came in my shorts, as I watched this incredibly hotti standing right there in front of me, stark naked!

Shit! If he wanted to make me feel at ease by doing so… it had the opposite effect, for I knew I now had a raging hardon in my shorts… and no way I was going to get undress in front him. My heart lurched into my throat and for a second, I wondered if I wasn’t going to pass out. My heart was pounding… and I couldn’t breath. His single presence threatened to overwhelm me.

I tried as best as I could to act nonchalantly… but couldn’t help from looking at him. He was so… irresistibly gorgeous. Yeah! Indeed, he was the most hottest dude on earth! By then, I had forgotten all about Richard!

And of course, I couldn’t help but to give his crotch a glance… It was just beautiful! For a second, I looked at his big, long dick dangling over his smooth balls… and wondered what he looked like when hard. I also got a good glimpse at his beautiful blond, well trimmed bush… and noticed he was well tanned all over… even where he shouldn’t have been…