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Philippe

By Romany

(M/b, M/B, M/M)

Philippe sat naked in the open window looking out at the
moonlight on the calm sea. He smoked a cigarette exhaling the
smoke so as to ensure it went out the window; holding the
cigarette out the window to minimize the smell of smoke in the
small bedroom. The Englishman Alex had frowned when Philippe had
placed the crumpled pack of cigarettes on the dresser top as they
had undressed earlier. Philippe looked down at his cock and the
light fuzz of his trimmed pubic bush. His cock felt half hard and
he had a languid feeling as he recalled the urgency of the sex.
The pick-up Alex surprised him by spending much of their foreplay
sucking Philippe�s cock. Most pick-ups were tops eager to fuck
the teen. Few seldom reciprocated in sucking him. His life was
ordained to serve many years before, from the age of eight, not
quite nine. He gently pressed his cock against his inner thigh
and pressured it until it began to grow and thought about his
sexual life.

***

Monsieur Giscard was the kindly neighbor who came to live next
door to his family when he was six. He became friendly with
Philippe�s parents who were both hard working in their
boulangerie. Monsieur Giscard became a trusted friend and
neighbor and the young Philippe often visited and sometimes he
was babysat by Monsieur Giscard. But Monsieur Giscard had a
secret. He was a pedophile who had moved here to slip away from a
situation threatening to expose him and others he associated with
in illicit carnal activities back in Lyon. He was one step ahead
of discovery. His seduction of the young Philippe took nearly
thirty months from the time he moved in. Building up the
friendship and trust with Philippe�s parents. That first day,
with Philippe some two months off his ninth birthday, was still
vivid in Philippe�s mind. Being treated to a large bowl of ice
cream, Philippe had devoured the cold treat wolfishly, and as he
scraped the last of the delicious treat from the bowl, he had
turned to Monsieur Giscard in smiling appreciation of the
generosity. He was stunned to see the elderly man�s erect cock
jutting from his flies. Giscard leering at the boy as he slowly
played with his erection. Philippe was immediately overcome with
curiosity; not feeling at all bothered or threatened by what the
man was doing. Giscard being an experienced pedophile had
recognized the boy�s wide eyed innocence and complete trust of
the man. He had banked on the boy�s favorable interest. It was a
gamble but he was sure the boy would not react badly.

�Touch it,� he panted urgently.

Philippe blinked quizzically and his eyes darted from the man�s
face to the large cock. The boy�s curiosity was now aroused and
he slowly reached for the man�s cock and gently rubbed his
fingers along the top of the stiff organ. He was amazed at the
silky feel of the skin despite the gnarled appearance. And
wrapping his fingers around it, he readily discerned the hardness
of the core of the cock. The boy became more interested in the
cock and grinned at the man and Giscard wrapped a hand over the
boy�s and gave the child a lesson in stroking a man�s penis. The
boy was enthralled and turned sideways in the straight back
wooden chair to face the man as he stroked the cock under
Giscard�s tutelage.

�Excellent,� the elderly man breathed,� and coached the boy�s
hand.

In his shorts, the boy felt a warm feeling in his groin and his
little pecker stirred and slowly became harder. He had erections
for as long as he could remember. Waking in the mornings with a
stiff cock. Fondling it and playing with it in fascination as to
why it always seemed hard when waking. He was too young to
connect sexual thoughts or feelings with the stiffening of his
little dick. Now for the first time, he had something external to
associate with the stiffening cock; the erect cock of the elderly
neighbor he now held in his hands. The boy�s instruction at the
hands of the practiced pedophile had begun. That first day he was
coached to wank the man until Giscard�s knees sagged and then
white stuff shot in spurts from the man�s big cock. The boy�s
eyes widening and he giggled in nervous release at the sight of
Giscard�s semen flying through the air and striking the edge of
the table cloth. The semen smearing the linen fabric.

�Oh oui�mon Dieu,� Giscard gasped and chuckled and stroked the
boy�s hair as the ejaculation subsided until it finally oozed the
last pearl from the eye of the cock onto the boys hand.

�Magnifique,� Giscard groaned and took the boy�s hand and licked
the smear of semen away.

Philippe�s eyes widened and he grinned fit to giggle with delight
at what had happened. Giscard had a convert.

***

Philippe took a drag on the cigarette and expertly drew the smoke
back into his lungs and then exhaled a long stream of smoke from
his pursed lips. He glanced at the naked figure of the sleeping
Englishman. The man was clearly married but had removed his
wedding ring. The light ring on the skin of the ring finger where
he normally wore his wedding ring was a dead give away to
Philippe. The man was a closet queer using his business
excursions to France to cruise gay haunts on the search for
secret gay sex. He�d picked Philippe up at the gay bar Philippe
often frequented. The eighteen year old Philippe was now legally
able to enter the bar although he had been going there for some
months when still only seventeen. He�d quickly become a favorite
with the regulars who saw him as young, fresh and ripe. Philippe
stubbed the cigarette against the outside window sill and shifted
his position on the sill and opened his legs a little. He started
to slowly stroke himself and let his mind continue to reflect on
his past. Enjoying the languid feeling in his groin as his cock
hardened to his touch, as he continued his reminiscing on his
sexual indoctrination.

***

Monsieur Giscard moved carefully with the boy, restricting the
sex to letting the boy become familiar with the man�s hard cock
in his hand. Seeing delight in the boy�s face when he made the
man cum. Philippe had been eager to return, not just for the
heaped bowl of ice-cream. The man had counseled the boy on
discretion and Philippe grinned impishly as Giscard impressed on
him that their activity was their secret and must never be
disclosed. The second visit went much as the first and Philippe
giggled in glee as the man came hard and spewed forth on the
floor as the boy sat in the chair. Giscard stayed with the basic
modus operandi for the next few weeks, eventually steering the
boy to the couch and having Philippe stroke his cock to
ejaculation before the ice-cream. Giscard would recover while the
boy devoured the cold treat, and then he would lead the kid back
to his couch and bare his groin once more to be jacked off.
Giscard had skillfully shifted the boy to jacking him twice a
visit without the boy appearing at all concerned by the increased
frequency of the contact. In fact Philippe was excited by the
increased activity. The sex continued this way for several more
weeks while Giscard gained the boy�s trust and discretion. So
when he first insinuated his hand into the boy�s pants flies in
the interval between bouts of Philippe jacking him, Philippe had
sat back on the couch beaming in delight as the old man fondled
his small cock which was soon rock hard under the man�s expert
touch. A new shift in relationship had occurred and Philippe
became more and more eager to visit Giscard. To have the man
fondle his little cock to that nice warm hardness he felt of a
morning. When Giscard eventually bent over the boy and took the
hard little cock into his mouth, Philippe was astounded Giscard
could do this. The sensation was fantastic and in time, Giscard
could reduce the boy to a gibbering mess as the kid had dry
orgasms as the man sucked his cock and fondled his small ball
sac.

One good turn deserved another, as Giscard slyly put it, and one
dull autumn afternoon when Philippe had visited for an after
school sex session, Giscard gently guided the boy�s mouth to his
cock jutting from his bared groin. The man�s fuzzy bush of pubic
hair flecked with grey hairs of age. He taught Philippe the art
of hand and mouth. Just as he had sucked the boy while jacking
Philippe�s small sausage. By the time Philippe�s ninth birthday
came and went, oral sex was now the norm during the boy�s visits.
Philippe had developed a hunger for the man�s cock, mouth, and
hand, and he was only to happy to crouch between Giscard�s legs
as the man sat on the couch as the boy serviced him. Philippe
knowing it would be his turn for the man to serve him. Giscard
taught the kid to take the cum in his mouth. Often debasing the
boy by taking his cock in hand and directing the cum over the
boy�s face as Philippe kneeled obediently with his mouth open.
Sometimes pushing the bullet head of the cock to the boy�s lower
lip and letting the semen ooze forth in controlled release; to
flood the boy�s mouth. Instructing Philippe to remain still with
his mouth open while the mouth filled to overflowing with the
white semen. Then tapping the boy�s head to indicate it was time
to swallow. And then having to open his mouth to show Giscard it
was empty and he had swallowed it all.

From oral sex on the couch, Giscard moved the boy to his bedroom.
Eventually stripping them both naked and the excited pedophile
lying on the boy and dry humping him. Philippe quickly got used
to nudity with Giscard, and the size of the man�s cock and balls
now that Giscard was naked, mesmerized the boy. Giscard still
spent time servicing his young lover with his mouth. Sucking the
cock right into his mouth and gently fondling the small balls.
Sucking the boy�s tiny nipples and gently nipping them with his
teeth. It seemed a little odd yet not a worry to Philippe as the
man writhed over the young boy�s body with seemingly crazed
delight. Giscard cumming uncontrollably into the boy�s crotch or
over his stomach. Writhing against the kid so the semen was
smeared on their bodies. On occasion he straddled the boy�s chest
and jacked himself over the boys face. Often reaching behind him
and roughly wanking the kid until Philippe shuddered in dry
orgasm. When Philippe was ten, and Giscard believed the kid was
ready, and he fucked the kid in the ass. Taking the boy to a
whole new plateau of sexual intimacy.

***

Philippe was hard as a rock as he recalled his sexual initiation
by the late Monsieur Giscard. He heard a movement on the bed and
he glanced at the Englishman. The middle age man Alex had lifted
himself up on his elbow and peered through the room weakly
illuminated by the single bedside lamp. The man�s hair tousled
from his deep nap following the urgent vigorous fucking of
Philippe�s welcome asshole.

�What are you doing?� Alex called sleepily.

Philippe was quite good a speaking English; certainly better than
Alex was at speaking French.

�Nothing�just relaxing and watching the moonlight on the water,�
the boy said.

�You�re a right poetic little tottie aren�t you,� Alex said with
a chuckle and hopped off the bed.

Philippe had no idea what the man meant. The English vernacular
was lost on him. Alex walked over to the boy, his considerable
cock wobbling as he approached. He saw the boy�s erection and he
chuckled.

�Horny are we?� he said and reached for the cock.

�Philippe flattened his back against the window frame and he
smiled in delight as Alex went down on him; one knee on the floor
as he jacked and sucked the boy�s cock. The man serviced the teen
for a few minutes; his own cock slowly rising as the excitement
grew. Eventually he stood and nodded down at his now erect cock.
Philippe obediently slipped off the window sill and crouched
before Alex. He took the man�s cock in hand and lovingly lowered
his mouth over the Englishman�s big cock. He was born for this.
Monsieur Giscard had taught him well. He sucked the man�s cock
with intensity and passion causing Alex to eventually cry out
with a chuckle and lift the boy�s head to get the mouth away from
his cock near ready to explode.

�Don�t waste it,� Alex chuckled and he made Philippe stand.

Turning the boy by the shoulders he positioned him in the open
window. Philippe caught Alex�s intent and gripped the window sill
and leant out the window.

�Un memento,� Alex said ignorantly using Spanish instead of
French, and hurried to the bedside table and retrieved the lube.

He expertly lubed the boy�s arsehole; wiping the excess lube from
his hand to the cock. He shoved into the young French teen�s
arsehole with little ceremony, causing Philippe to gasp and push
forward so his upper body was more out the window than in.

�Oh you love it my little French cockerel,� Alex growled and
proceeded to fuck the boy vigorously.

Eventually reaching around and taking the boy�s cock in hand. He
pumped the boy solidly as he gave the boy a hand job while he
fucked him. Eventually shoving so hard Philippe was in fear of
being shoved out the window. Alex cumming hard as Philippe�s cock
spewed cum over the drab wallpaper below the window sill. Alex
grabbing the boy by one shoulder and pulling him back against him
as he flooded the boy�s rectum.

�You�re a much better fuck than any tart,� Alex groaned in
delight as he finished spewing into the boy. �You�ve really
perfected the art of being a good little bottom,� he chuckled.

He stabbed his cock in and out a few times, watching it disappear
into the boy�s hungry hole. After toying with his cock in hand in
Philippe�s gaping arsehole, he then made Philippe kneel and clean
his cock.

�Arse to mouth,� Alex leered crudely. �Can�t beat it.�

His wife wasn�t as good a fuck as this kid. Mind you, she�d never
let him get near her arse. This kid couldn�t get enough of him.

***

Giscard seduced Philippe into taking his cock by slowly
introducing Philippe to arse play. The naked writhing on the bed
and playing with the kid�s cock and balls saw the man�s hand and
fingers increasingly stroke and play with the kid�s dark wrinkled
little rose. Eventually pushing a finger in to the first knuckle.
The boy gasping in discomfort as his arse was dry. The gasping
complaints of the boy met with a suggestion by Giscard that they
might need something to ease the discomfort. Eager to have the
intruding finger less of an irritation, the boy was keen to agree
and lay on his back with his legs up; holding them behind his
knees. Giscard skillfully greased the boy�s rectum with a thick
opaque gel and worked his fingers in and out. He went slowly; the
arse-play initially being nothing more than gentle sodomy with
the fingers. But as the days went by, one finger became two, and
two became three. Now an anal examination with Giscard�s fingers
pursed as if one object, was the norm, while Philippe was
expertly sucked or wanked by the man. During one prolonged bout
of sodomy by fingers, Giscard sought out the boy�s juvenile
prostate and the kid jumped and opened his eyes in delight at the
sensation the tip of Giscard�s thick middle finger made. Philippe
became eager to have the finger slid deep inside and curled up to
massage his prostate. The boy�s cock now hard and bursting as the
man sucked or wanked him as he raped the boy�s tight slippery
arsehole. Philippe was ten, nearing eleven. He had recently had a
growth spurt and it was this increase in height and size that
triggered Giscard to attempt penetration.

By now the boy was completely trusting of the man, having been
abused secretly for nearly three years. Following a usual bout of
mutual sucking Giscard turned the boy around facing down the end
of the large double bed. Philippe holding his legs up as Giscard
rimmed the boy�s arse and suckled the small ball sac as he gently
wanked the boy. Philippe was beside himself. Pushing his hips
against the man's mouth and hand to increase the stimulation.
When Giscard stopped to lubricate the boy�s arse, Philippe became
agitated and impatient for the familiar feel of the fingers.
Gasping and groaning in anticipation. Giscard eased the tight
sphincter open and gradually worked most of his three fingers
into the tight rubbery arsehole. Philippe grunted and gasped in
delight; urging his groin up to the man to increase the
sensations the fingers and mouth were creating in him. He was
almost delirious in wanting release when the old man slowly
reared up between the boy�s knees. Philippe opened his eyes wide
in surprise; annoyed the mouth and tongue had left his crotch. As
Giscard eyed the boy with a smug look of domination, Philippe
felt the bullet head of the man's rampant cock push against his
arsehole.

�It will hurt,� he gasped and he stiffened, realizing what was
about to happen.

�You can take it,� Giscard growled and gave a sharp push.

Philippe�s sphincter reluctantly yielded and he moaned in
discomfort as the cock head spread the tight muscle.

�It hurts,� Philippe gasped; feeling the sharp burning feeling as
his sphincter was stretched by the hard shaft pushing hard at it.

�Oh God,� the boy sobbed. �Take it out�please�� and he wailed and
sobbed in pain.

�Relax,� Giscard snapped. �Don�t tense�relax�as if you are taking
a shit,� he said bluntly.

Philippe�s eyes opened wider at this suggestion he act like
having a crap. He had no intention of doing so as he felt the
best form of resistance was to clench and stop the intrusion. He
failed. Giscard pushed harder and the cock slowly breached the
boy�s tight arsehole. Sliding along the well greased walls,
stretching the boy open so the sharp burning feeling became a
nagging pain. Philippe gasped and sobbed.

�Take it out please,� he wailed.

Giscard gritted his teeth and stared menacingly at the boy.
Annoyed the kid was complaining so.

�You can take it,� he growled and shoved hard.

In one slippery rush, the man�s big cock slid balls deep inside
the preteen boy�s arsehole and Giscard let out a satisfied sigh.

�So beautiful,� he said, softening his voice and stroking the
boy�s face; their faces millimeters apart.

�You will learn to take it easily my little chicken,� Giscard
crooned.

Philippe was sobbing but the discomfort had eased as Giscard had
stopped shoving at him. Giscard was a practiced pedophile and
knew the boy�s sphincter and rectum would soon expand to
accommodate the thick intrusion. After a period of soaking deep
in the boy, Giscard slowly drew back. Philippe gasped but in
truth the pain was subsiding. As Giscard went through a series of
gentle in-out fucking movements, Philippe became less agitated
and surprisingly began to relax somewhat. Sensing the boy�s mood
changing from fear and resistance to accepting the cock where
fingers used to go, Giscard slowly began to fuck his boy. Sliding
out so the head was trapped by the pressure of the sphincter; to
push back in so the cock seemed to go right in the boy�s guts.
Giscard fucked the boy steadily. Long regulated strokes. Letting
the boy�s legs fall over his shoulders and hunching closer and
penetrating the boy with every possible millimetre of the man�s
formidable cock. He fucked the boy for nearly twenty minutes.
Slowing when the boy�s arse began to smart again. Pulling most of
his cock out and lubricating the shaft. Making sure not to
disengage lest the boy escape the assault. The greased cock slid
back in and in turn greased the chute; a ring of lube forming at
the base of the cock by the pressure created around it by the
boy�s arsehole. Giscard gradually picked up speed and sucked the
boy�s neck and bit his shoulder as he fucked the boy properly.
Philippe now articulating in groans as the cock went deep, and
sighing as it pulled back. Lifting the boy�s buttocks off the bed
he fucked his boy until he let go with a cry of joy as he began
squirting hard and strong, deep in the boy. Sixty-four years of
age and Giscard could shoot like a nineteen year old boy. He
growled and groaned in manic enjoyment. His enjoyment heightened
by the knowledge three long years of patient persuasion and
tutelage had finally paid off. He flooded the boy. The boy�s arse
making sloppy farting noises as Giscard finally withdrew. The man
sated, the boy filled with relief and yet some sense of
achievement he had been taken. Philippe was young yet basically
knew of men and boys. There had been a subliminal fear in him
that this day might well come. It had just come much sooner than
he thought.

Giscard cradled the tired boy to him, praising Philippe for
�taking it like a man�. They lay dozing in a gentle embrace for
nearly an hour. Giscard roused the boy and drove the boy wild
with his mouth once more. The boy arching his back and thrusting
his groin at the mouth and fingers raping his nether region. It
was in this state of familiar excitement that Giscard mounted him
a second time that afternoon. The boy�s base fear now far less of
an issue now the taking of his anal virginity had passed.
Instead, recalling the pain and discomfort of before and
concentrated on moving his buttocks and hips to minimize the
twisting tearing feeling he had experienced earlier.

�Good boy,� Giscard panted, believing Philippe was genuinely
getting involved with his being fucked.

The boy learnt quickly and Giscard quickly got to the point of
quite vigorous fucking with Philippe in a state of controlled
panic to avoid the sharp pain he�d felt earlier. The boy�s
movements turned the man on and he came a second time. Driving
deep into the kid as he bent the boy�s legs back against this
chest. Guiscard pushed a hand down to the boys cock and felt it
hard. He roughly groped the boy and Philippe let out a low moan
and the dry orgasm throbbed in his groin and stiff little cock.
He experienced pleasure in the midst of the stretching discomfort
of the cock spreading him open. On balance, he liked it.

***

Philippe lay close behind the Englishman Alex. Not actually
spooning, but close enough so his chest lightly touched the man�s
back. His flaccid cock gently touching the man�s buttock as Alex
slept. Both men were fatigued from the vigorous sex so far this
night. Philippe lay half awake with a satisfied smile on his
lips. He�d been well fucked. He genuinely enjoyed getting cock
shoved deep in his rectum. Feeling as if it was shoving into his
intestines. He enjoyed men cumming. Whether deep in his arse or
in his mouth. Sprayed over his face or body, he didn�t mind. He
was excited by men�s cocks. Tuned into it by Giscard those ten
years back. Slowly trained to be a submissive bottom. He was
careful not to allow his groin to snuggle into the sleeping man�s
body; mindful of the time he did so and had become hard near
waking the morning after a night of carnal sex. The pick-up had
woken and feeling the boy�s hard cock nestled in the cleft of his
buttock from behind, had jumped from the bed and angrily accused
the boy of trying to penetrate him. Screaming he wasn�t the
queer, it was Philippe who was the faggot. He�d hit Philippe
several strong punches to the teen�s head stunning him. In the
midst of the sudden violent assault, the pick-up had become
excited by his dominance of the young man and the entire
situation resulted in Philippe being viciously fucked as
punishment by the angry pick-up. The boy wailed and cried with
the pain of the assault but to his astonishment, he was rock hard
and began spurting strong against the man�s belly in unison to
the man cumming deep in his bowel. Philippe lying sobbing and in
some pain as the man quickly left the cheap hotel room. Exciting
sex but the beating was not something he wanted to suffer again.

But this new day was thankfully different with Alex waking and
sensing the boy lying behind him. The dull first light rousing
the Englishman so he lay briefly recalling where he was and what
had happened the night before. He reached back and felt the young
teen�s cock and Philippe moved in his sleep. Alex rolled over and
shook the boy�s shoulder as he stroked Philippe�s cock. Philippe
woke with a goofy smile on his lips; pleased Alex was handling
him this way. Alex flattened out and nudged Philippe with his
hip.

�Straddle me,� he said. �Straddle my chest�I want to suck you,�
he added.

This was almost unheard of to Philippe. This man was truly a
closet queer. Just as interested in the boy�s cock as his tight
welcoming arse. He wearily dragged himself up and straddled
Alex�s chest as he had been instructed and eased his hips forward
so Alex could suck him. He gazed down at the reclining Englishman
taking his cock in his mouth and stroking it. After a few minutes
of seemingly enjoying Philippe�s cock, Alex trapped the cock in
his lips and moved his hand to the boy�s butt crack. As he sucked
the boy, he toyed with the kid�s arse. Philippe took the hint and
reached behind him and fondled Alex�s cock which was hard. He
stroked Alex until Alex was close.

�Easy, easy,� he gasped, releasing Philippe�s cock from his lips.

�Slide back�ride me,� Alex panted urgently and pushed at the
boy�s thighs.

Philippe eased back along the man�s body and squatted over the
stiff cock jutting up from the hairy thatch of pubic bush. He
placed the cock head against his rose and lowly lowered himself
so the cock slid up into his hungry hole. With a satisfied sigh,
Philippe impaled himself on Alex�s hard cock and as Alex stroked
Philippe�s cock, the teen levered himself up and down on the
cock. Alex held the boy�s gaze and coached him into a rhythm with
his own need. The two came almost simultaneously when the
delirious nagging pleasure got the better of them. Philippe
spewing forth over Alex�s chest as Alex squirted yet another long
series of spurts into the boy. Philippe bent forward and lovingly
cleaned this own semen from Alex�s chest, eventually easing off
the cock and turning and going down on it; laving it clean with
his lips.

�Fucking marvelous,� Alex sighed.

Philippe rolled down beside Alex and the two dozed. It was when
Alex was roused by movement in the old hotel that he realized the
day was well upon them.

�Time to go,� he said shaking the teen�s shoulders.

Philippe nodded dully. Disappointed he was being told to go. The
supposedly straight Englishman did not want anyone to see the boy
leave his room and so deduce he was actually a queer. Alex
watched the boy and knew he was sad at being turned out. Alex
toyed with giving the boy some extra time but in reality the dark
had been replaced by the day and in some way Alex felt exposed.
His was a secret he wanted to keep. Philippe nodded a sad
farewell and slipped from the room. Negotiating the stairs and
out the front door without being detected by the hotel owners or
their staff. This is the part he had come to hate. The loneliness
of the morning after. Giscard had taught him nothing of love or
affection. He had simply trained the boy to give the best sex.
Philippe was comfortable with the role by the time he was through
puberty. Rejoicing in his own arousal and ejaculations such that
he was totally besotted with sex. Giscard had taught him well.
But there was no instruction on love.

***

Giscard had reached the pinnacle of his seduction with the boy
that first time he fucked him properly. It needed all the time
and patience he took as he feared at any point the boy might
suddenly reject what was happening. Giscard knowing the boy�s
parents made it increasingly dangerous. He�d had casual sex with
boys before. Anonymous boy�s groomed just like Philippe to serve
men, and made available by like thinking acquaintances of
Giscard�s. He would not know these boys and he could simply turn
away from them afterwards. But he could not do that with Philippe
so his patience and attention to discretion was paramount. But
having reached the zenith of his desire, he quickly led the boy
so Philippe quickly learned to take the cock without pain and
discomfort. The boy quickly embraced this new plateau in their
sexual relationship and willingly opening himself up to Giscard.
The foreplay of oral sex and mutual masturbation enjoyed before
holding his buttocks open and smiling as the man�s long thick
cock slid deep inside of him. Wrapping his legs around Giscard�s
waist and clinging to him; gibbering and urging the man on to
fuck him. By the time he was thirteen Philippe was the consummate
submissive. Eager to kneel, or lay back, for his elderly neighbor
to penetrate him completely. Philippe believed this was the best
thing ever and by now he was totally devoted to the elderly man.
The relationship between Giscard and the boy�s parents cemented
by five years of neighborly association saw Giscard often having
the boy to stay overnight when Philippe�s parents needed to leave
town on business occasionally. The chicken was being left in the
care of the sly fox; Philippe abandoning himself in delight to
his elderly lover reaming him good and both driven to exhaustion.


If Philippe thought this was it he was very much mistaken.
Following a convivial meal with Philippe and his parents one
evening, Giscard waxed lyrical about the times he took holidays
by the sea. Philippe�s father mentioned they had never been to
the seaside as a family and Giscard reacted with astonishment
this could be true.

�I have a friend; he has a grand house by the sea. I will take
you there,� he said.

Philippe�s parents quizzed Giscard about this place and seemed
interested in his suggestion. But as the discussed the likelihood
of a seaside holiday, the responsibility to their now three
boulangeries was a major problem.

�Then I should take Philippe,� he said suddenly; showing he was
determined to treat one of them at least.

It was opportunistic and he was overjoyed when Philippe�s parents
agreed. So it was that mid way through the summer break, Giscard
was to take Philippe to the seaside for an extended weekend stay
with his friend. Philippe was excited, not just by the chance to
go to the ocean, but knowing he and Giscard would be together
night and day for four days. His optimism endorsed no more than
an hour into the train journey when Giscard slyly directed the
boy into the lavatory of the train. He made Philippe sit on the
bowl and shoved his cock in the boy�s mouth as Philippe greedily
sucked and stroked his lover�s cock; the thirteen year old boy
hard in his jeans. The jeans were eventually pushed around the
boy�s ankles and Giscard fucked him vigorously as the boy held
the bowl, stooped over it. Giscard cumming hard, stifling his
noises when they heard someone outside. The man and boy tidied
their clothes and left the tiny lavatory to be confronted by two
young women. Both dressed as Goths with severe black clothing,
hair, eye shadow and numerous piercings on their faces.

�Enjoy yourselves?� one of the girls said with a wry smile.

She was being provocatively rude, not knowing for sure what the
relationship between man and boy was. Giscard frowned realising
her jibe was the truth even if speculative, and he scowled at her
as he guided Philippe along the car. The girls giggled pleased
they had offended the man as they set out to do, and went into
the cubicle together. Giscard paused wondering if the girls would
have sex with each other. Then deciding he could care less, he
moved Philippe back to their compartment. The girls were in the
lavatory to smoke on a no smoking car. Giscard oblivious to that
fact but the girl�s chance comment rattled him sufficiently that
his plan to repeat the lavatory fuck with Philippe before
journey�s end was abandoned. Instead they travelled in relative
silence eventually arriving at Monsieur Giscard�s friend�s house
late afternoon.

�Philippe I want you to meet Monsieur Lefebvre,� Giscard gushed
as he introduced the boy to his old friend.

�Pleased to meet you Philippe,� Monsieur Lefebvre said with a
broad grin and then glanced knowingly at Giscard; giving the man
a nod of approval.

The boy shook the old man�s hand and winced slightly at the
firmness of the man�s grip. Monsieur Lefebvre was taller than
Giscard and had a head of thick graying hair. He was clearly very
fit and had an almost military look about him in his carriage and
deportment. He ushered his friend and boy into his large house
which was set back from the ocean separated by a narrow road and
a grassy verge before the grass gave way to a low sandy bank; and
then the sand to the ocean. They stood on a small terrace in
front of the living room and took in the view. Philippe feeling
excited by the experience of coming here to the coast. There were
a couple of small sail boats further out from the shore and to
the left, a long headland. To the right was a small obstruction
of land that formed the shallow bay with the headland.

�If it gets a little warmer, you can have a swim,� Lefebvre said
smiling at the boy.

�Would you like that Philippe?� Giscard said smiling at his
charge

�Philippe smiled and nodded at the two men.

�Well, let�s get your room sorted out,� Lefebvre said and ushered
man and boy from the terrace. He guided them up the stairs to the
next level and took them to a small room with two single beds in.

�This will be your room,� Lefebvre said to Philippe. �You can put
your clothes in the two top drawers of the dresser and anything
that needs a hanger, there are plenty in the wardrobe,� he said
pointing to the battered oak dresser and matching free-standing
wardrobe.

�We�ll leave you to it,� Lefebvre said with a smile. �We eat at
seven thirty but come downstairs any time,� he said giving the
boy a gentle squeeze around the shoulders with his arm.

The two men left Philippe to get used to the rather barren room
and went downstairs where Lefebvre poured them both a Pernod.

�To an enjoyable stay my old friend,� Giscard said holding his
glass up for a toast.

They touched glasses and drank their toast. There was a pregnant
pause as Lefebvre eyed his friend. Finally he spoke.

�Is he good?� he asked with a sly grin.

Giscard drained his glass and studied the empty glass in his
hand.

�Oh he�s very good,� he said with a knowing smile. �The fruits of
my labors�four years of effort and he knows his place,� he said
with a wicked grin and winked at Lefebvre.

�Excellent,� Lefebvre said with a pleased look on his face. �And
I think I have somebody who might equally know his place,� he
added with a sly smile and took Giscard�s glass for a refill.

Upstairs in his room, Philippe had opened the window and was
leaning on the sill looking at the ocean. It was a warm enough
day but overcast so the sea had a rather grey appearance.
Philippe was wondering why it wasn�t blue, not knowing the ocean
was usually a reflection of the sky. He sat on the bed and looked
around and wondered where Giscard was sleeping. There were
several doors off the long hall from the stairs so he deduced
they were other bedrooms. He wondered which one might be
Giscard�s; and where Monsieur Lefebvre might sleep. It was late
afternoon and he wandered downstairs.

�Monsieur Giscard, can I go down to the ocean?� Philippe asked
coming into the living room.

The men were sitting down and chatting. Philippe did not hear
what they were discussing and he would have been quite shocked to
know, had he heard. The two men had been closet pedophiles for
most of their latter life and they were swapping past events they
had experienced; and for a year or two, enjoyed together. Both
had served in the French navy. Both had a dark yearning for young
sex and using their world travels while serving their country, to
indulge themselves.

�Of course my boy,� Giscard answered.

Monsieur Lefebvre ushered Philippe to the front door and gave him
directions to a small set of steps set in the bank beyond the
grassy verge. Philippe thanked the man and set off to cross the
road and go down to the beach. He wandered about two hundred
metres to the left towards the headland. Taking his shoes off and
walking in the water. He then circled back and wandered about one
hundred metres beyond the line with Lefebvre�s house. The men
stood and watched him in the distance.

�He needs a companion while he is here,� Lefebvre said studying
the boy.

�Who do you have in mind?� Giscard said with an inquiring look.

�The perfect match,� Lefebvre said with a grin. �They will make
perfect bookends.�

It was after dinner that Laurent arrived. Lefebvre had made a
discrete telephone call prior to dinner and the first Giscard and
Philippe knew was a knock at the door and Lefebvre ushering a boy
about Philippe�s age, though slightly taller and with shaggy dark
hair, into the living room.

�This is Laurent,� Lefebvre said with a smile as he presented the
boy.

The introductions were conducted quickly and then there seemed to
be a flat point where all four looked at each other wondering
what to say next. Giscard spoke first.

�Well�this is nice,� he said clapping his hands together. �Shall
we get more comfortable?�

Laurent looked at Giscard and then glanced at Lefebvre who was
smiling at his friend�s suggestion.

�Perhaps we could go up to the salon on the top floor,� he said
with a smile at Laurent.

The boy nodded blandly and glanced at Philippe and then at
Monsieur Giscard; wondering if they knew what Monsieur Lefebvre
was implying by mentioning the salon. Lefebvre led the three from
the room and they climbed the stairs to the first floor, walked
midway along the long hall and Lefebvre opened a door which
revealed a set of steep stairs. It took them to a room that was
the very apex of the house; taking up the entire top portion of
the building. Giscard and Philippe walked in and looked around
the room. It was quite large yet seemed over furnished. There was
a large bed, bigger than a conventional double bed, against one
wall. Dotted around the room were low armless settee�s and chaise
lounge. There was a tall bureau at one end which had liquor
bottles and sets of clean glasses. Beside it was a half sized
refrigerator. The room looked for all intents and purpose like a
home bar, but perhaps there should have been a billiard table
where there was the bed. Giscard knew immediately what the room
represented. This is where Lefebvre hosted discrete parties, no
doubt with Laurent and perhaps others like him, figuring in the
events. So it proved to be.

Lefebvre pulled the heavy blackout curtains on the windows to the
sea side of the house and dimmed the lights. The two men
exchanged glances.

�Laurent, I�m sure Monsieur Giscard is somewhat tense from the
long journey,� Lefebvre said looking at the boy. �Perhaps he
needs help to relax,� Lefebvre added with a slight lift of his
head knowing the boy knew what he meant.

Laurent walked slowly over to Giscard and stood in front of him.
Philippe watched quizzically; Laurent with his back to him. He
could not see the boy unzip Giscard�s trousers and push his hand
inside the flies. Philippe only saw the other boy seemingly just
standing before Giscard. Lefebvre moved up behind Philippe and
wrapped his arms loosely around the boy. Philippe jumped and
twisted his head back to look at Lefebvre.

�I expect you might need to relax also,� he said with a sly grin
near Philippe�s ear, and his hands ranged down the boy�s lower
abdomen and pressed against his crotch; Lefebvre pushing his
crotch against the boy�s buttocks suggestively.

In that instant Philippe understood. Suddenly the reason for the
seaside visit, the appearance of Laurent, and this introduction
to the salon became clear to the boy. He glanced back at Laurent
and realised he was right as Laurent was now kneeling on one knee
and clearly sucking Giscard�s cock. Lefebvre�s hands had roused
the boy and his little cock poked against his jeans. Lefebvre
deftly opened the boy�s flies and for several minutes, the two
stood with Lefebvre jacking the boy as they both watched Giscard
enjoy Laurent�s mouth on his cock. As the minutes ticked by,
Lefebvre pushed Philippe�s jeans down and made for the boy to
kick his shoes off so the jeans and underpants could be removed
completely. Having aroused the boy, Lefebvre drew him to one of
the low settees where he sat down and bade Philippe to go down on
him. Philippe obliged and took the man�s substantial cock and
began sucking it as he had learned from years of servicing
Giscard; flushed with excitement and curiosity at Lefebvre�s
circumcised cock. Philippe and Giscard were both uncircumcised
and he�d not seen a cut cock before. He quickly settled into his
work and soon Lefebvre�s moans and crooning of delight matched
the similar noises coming from Giscard.

Giscard cracked first. His arousal such that he was in danger of
cumming in Laurent�s expert mouth. He made the boy break off and
quickly divests the boy of all his clothes. Laurent was versed in
sex with men and he was totally unabashed, walking naked to a
small cupboard beside the bed and returning with a jar of
lubricant he knew was kept there. Lefebvre smiled at his prot�g�
and nodded his appreciation the boy was being proactive. Giscard
had stripped his trousers by the time the boy returned and he
bent the boy over a low settee and stooped to lube the boy�s
arse. He had not enjoyed any other but Philippe for so long that
the excitement of shoving his nimble fingers into a new arsehole
was overwhelming. He could barely contain his impatience and soon
had straddled Laurent and pushing his cock firmly into the boy�s
willing greased arsehole. Lefebvre grinned and felt proud Laurent
was so accommodating. He gently fondled Philippe�s hair as he
watched his young charge Laurent get fucked by his old friend
Monsieur Giscard. The two on the settee side-on so Lefebvre could
see Giscard�s cock each time his friend drew back to plunge deep
into the boy�s hungry hole. Laurent lay with his face on his
crossed forearms and he had a look of concentration on his face
as Lefebvre�s guest fucked him thoroughly. The boy had been in
this room numerous times and laid out for a raft of different
men.

As Giscard and Laurent got more into the fucking, their voices
began articulating their mutual enjoyment. Lefebvre signaled to
Philippe to stop sucking him and sent the boy to the small table
where Giscard had placed the jar of lube. Lefebvre had likewise
stripped his pants by Philippe�s return with the lube and
Lefebvre mimicked Giscard�s actions and lubed Philippe�s tight
hole as the boy stood bent forward before him. So Lefebvre could
watch Giscard fuck Laurent, Philippe was bent over and Lefebvre
slid carefully into the boy�s tight but well lubed arsehole. He
held the boy�s hips and soon settled into a slow deliberate fuck.
Delighting in the boy�s tightness and enjoying the sight of
Laurent getting it from Giscard. The two men fucked their boys
expertly. Giscard lifting Laurent under the stomach and giving
the boy�s cock a thorough fondling as he fucked the boy�s arse.
Laurent gave into the groping and groaned and began ejaculating
onto the settee; gasping and moaning in delight as he came. This
set Giscard off and he started rutting urgently at the boy and
cumming hard. The scene on the settee seemed to be a catalyst to
Lefebvre and soon he was fucking Philippe vigorously, threatening
to knock the boy off his feet as he cried out and moaned as he
filled Philippe�s arse. The two men slowly wound down their rude
actions as they drained their cocks into their boys. Giscard
turned and smiled at Lefebvre who in turn grinned back. The night
was young. They had all weekend beyond this night as well.

***

Philippe sat on the low sea wall and smoked his last cigarette.
The town was now awake with people moving about the streets. He
had no money to take a taxi or bus so he faced the long walk back
to his pokey little apartment. He was not a prostitute. He went
to his favorite bars to meet men for sex. The motivation to
charge for sex had never come to him. That�s not to say he had
not been awarded favors for his carnal willingness. He�d had
short relationships where occasionally he�d moved in with new
lovers. But usually the relationships folded and he went back to
cruising again. He reflected on his school life and how badly he
had done. There was little possibility to attend university given
his poor results. His parents were somewhat despairing at his
poor school results and were resigned to the fact he would simply
go into their boulangeries business with them. It was a shock
when he told them he had enrolled in a small art college and they
were saddened when he moved away to study. It was a ruse and here
he was in this seaside town working in the kitchen of a modest
bistro. His life geared towards his sexual orientation. As he
matured he often wondered whether who he was had been taught, or
had it been there to begin with? Had he not been one of Monsieur
Giscard�s sexual conquests, would he have been interested in only
men as sex partners? He could not say as the subtlety of his
sexual indoctrination to man-boy sex was such that he had no
alternative experience to explore. Sure he liked girls and women
and had even had girlfriends in his early teens. But apart from
chaste kissing, there had never been anything overtly sexual. He
was a good looking boy and his mid-teens seemed much as any
other�s as he grew up. But now at eighteen, his whole motivation
in life was clubbing, and sex with men. Pursuing sexual
encounters was not that unusual; just as girls looked for boys,
he looked for men or boys near his own age. The gay under life
was there for those who knew where to look. His parents still had
no idea he was gay. He�d never had the courage to come out to
them. Which is why he had to leave home, so he could live his
life as he needed to live it.

He eased off the low stone wall to the seashore and walked along
the promenade. He wondered about Alex, the Englishman he�d spent
the night with. Where had he learned of man sex? Was it as young
as Philippe had been, or was it a hankering he had developed in
latter life? A bi-curious hankering perhaps. He wandered slowly
and his musings were interrupted by the sound of a motorcycle
behind him. He turned to see the motorcycle stop abreast of him
and recognized the rider. It was Laurent. Laurent whom he had met
way back when he was still a boy. Laurent who he had kept in
touch with on and off and who had been instrumental for him
coming here.

�Philippe,� Laurent called with a broad smile, removing his
gloves to shake his friend�s hand.

�Laurent man,� Philippe gushed and reached out and shook his
friend�s hand. �When did you get back�I�d thought you�d left for
Perpignan for good,� Philippe added pumping his friend�s hand.

�I�m afraid it all got the better of me,� the young man said
ruefully with a sad smile. �So here I am�back again,� he added
with a grin.

�Where are you staying?� Philippe asked quizzically.

�The old house�the usual,� Laurent said with a sense of
embarrassment.

�Oh�I see�how is Monsieur Lefebvre then?� Philippe asked, knowing
the background of Laurent�s departure.

�Much the same�he has a new boy,� Laurent added and perched
against the side of his bike with his helmet held to his stomach.
�But he welcomed me back,� he added and flushed with
embarrassment.

Laurent�s departure from Monsieur Lefebvre had been one of anger
and discord. The old pedophile cursing Laurent for his
ingratitude when the teen said he wished to strike out on his own
late last year.


�Are you back for good?� Philippe asked cautiously.

�No�I intend to leave when I am back on my feet,� he said looking
around at the increasing business of the street. �I need a job to
get some money together, and I have friends in Paris. I think
I�ll try my luck there.�

Philippe stared at his friend. He looked tired. He doubted
Laurent could make it in Paris if he�d found Perpignan to much to
handle.

�I can see if there is anything going at the bistro,� Philippe
offered optimistically. �It might be washing dishes�we seem to
have a high turnover in dishwashers,� he added.

�That would be great,� Laurent replied sincerely. �Anything would
do right now.�

�Where are you going?� Philippe queried.

�Back to the house. I came out for croissants,� he added nodding
to a small paper bag in his saddle bag.

�Well my room is on your way, give me a lift,� Philippe said with
a grin.

The two had been lovers before so there was little to stop them
getting naked in Philippe�s poky little room. Laurent�s quizzing
Philippe why he was out so early that morn, and Philippe�s answer
about Alex his English pick up, seemed to incite a mutual lust
between the two. They went soixante-neuf; neither having the
dominance to take the initiative for full intercourse. Eventually
Philippe rolled himself onto his back, still sucking his friends
cock as Laurent bent over sucking Philippe�s cock.

�Fuck me,� Philippe gasped and Laurent turned and lifted his
friend�s legs up and out. He held his friend open as Philippe
grabbed Laurent�s erection and guided it towards his arse hole;
still somewhat dilated and greasy from the nights sex with the
Englishman. Philippe had fucked Laurent in the past, but for now
he let his friend assume the dominance. Philippe played the girl
and Laurent fucked him energetically. Both crying out as Philippe
spewed forth against Laurent�s stomach coincident with Laurent
filling Philippe�s bowel. They lay in a loose embrace.

�We�ll rest and you can do me,� Laurent said with a smile and
fondled Philippe�s cock.

�What about Monsieur Lefebvre�s breakfast?� Philippe chuckled.

�The old queer can wait,� Laurent sneered. �He�s probably dining
on his luscious Bobo anyway.�

�Bobo? Philippe asked quizzically.

�His latest boy�a young black kid from west Africa. Seemingly an
orphan the good Monsieur Lefebvre has magnanimously agreed to
sponsor,� Laurent said acerbically; recalling his own
relationship with Giscard.

Philippe grinned and nodded his understanding and lay back
content; somewhat fatigued from his night�s carnal delight, and
opening himself up to Laurent. As he lay lightly dozing, he
recalled that first time he met Laurent, when Monsieur Giscard
had brought him here to see the sea.

****

Following the initiation of swapping partners, Philippe spent the
rest of that Friday with his seducer and sexual mentor, Monsieur
Giscard. The group sex in the salon atop the house gave way to a
more intimate setting as Lefebvre retreated to his room with
Laurent. Giscard had had Philippe for entire nights on occasion
over the past two years as he had indoctrinated the boy in
man-boy sex. Tonight was no different and he fucked the boy at
intervals, delighting in knowing he had the boy for the weekend.
At some time in the small hours of the morning, Giscard walked
the boy to the bedroom Philippe had been shown as his. As
Philippe sleepily crawled into one of the single beds, he was
aware someone was already in the other bed. He decided it must be
Laurent; and lying on his back with a broad smile on his face,
the boy drifted off to sleep.

The two men let their boys rest. Rising to eat a simple breakfast
of croissants and coffee alone together.  The two pedophiles
talked in low hushed tones as they brought each other up to date
on their most recent conquests. For Giscard, Philippe had been
his most recent work of seduction. For Lefebvre, Laurent was a
kind of ward he sponsored through a care giving organization that
took in orphan�s and displaced children. Laurent had a history of
sexual abuse and Lefebvre had known this when he agreed to
sponsor the boy. Laurent was so scarred by the previous abuse,
monsieur Lefebvre�s kindly interest, though intensely carnal,
actually seemed a blessing. The boy yielding willingly to the
man�s lust. To Laurent�s mind, Lefebvre  treated him well and it
was better this way than the rather sadistic treatment he�d
received from family members from a young age. He quickly became
an expert bottom and had little concern opening up to Lefebvre�s
carnal desires.

�I was more than surprised�delighted, to discover a few like
minded individuals close at hand,� Lefebvre said sipping the
black coffee.

�Intriguing,� Giscard said feeling rather envious. �Such
difficult times,� he added.

He was referring to the increasing awareness of pedophilia
brought about by the rapid rise of internet child pornography and
the scrutiny that now went with it. The commercialization of what
to him was a private indulgence, had brought on unprecedented
inter government cooperation which saw the publicity increase and
the fight to catch perpetrators who manufactured the pictures and
videos world wide.

�Quite so,� Lefebvre acknowledged.

�But confined to discrete individuals, things became rather
intense,� Lefebvre said smiling at his friend. �I had the top
rooms of the house merged to one�the salon as you see it, and
from there we enjoyed a strong degree of privacy,� he added with
a knowing smile.

�Intriguing,� Giscard repeated; not knowing what else to say in
the face of his envy. �Tell me more.�

�Oh well suffice to say, there were more young chickens to be had
than just Laurent,� he said with a leering smile. �Even the odd
little girl or two,� he grinned triumphantly.

�Really?� Giscard gushed. �I can�t recall when I last had a
girl,� he added wistfully. �But then I find the libido of
prepubescent boys to be much more reliable to work with,� he
added.

�Quite so,� Lefebvre agreed. �But these girls were well trained
by woman caregivers�not immediate family but close enough to be
trusted with their charges,� he explained.

As they sat finishing their simple breakfast, Lefebvre related to
Giscard of the clandestine group he hosted in his salon. No more
than three or four boys, and the occasional girl, at one time.
Restricted to ten or eleven adult members almost exclusively male
except for the women who had brought the girls on those
occasions. Ironically girls were not generally favored as
prepubescent girl�s had no history of menstruation and could
become pregnant before their first period. This was a concern as
it could never be known when they became fertile. This made
condoms mandatory when having sex with girls, which most of the
group eschewed preferring unprotected sex with boys where no such
concerns of pregnancy existed. It seems the urge to spew into a
warm body was preferred to cumming in a latex sheath. All sexual
activity was confined to the salon in full view of all
participants. No one could leave the room before the nights end;
all attendees leaving together. And no one could ever take a
young participant from the group to a private session.   Lefebvre
described nights of wanton debauchery with the youngsters; all
indoctrinated to give willingly and without question. Photography
was strictly forbidden such that camera capable cell phones were
surrendered at the door. The sect was mindful of the power of the
internet and the agencies that trolled the web seeking out child
pornography. The last thing they wanted was stray images of the
goings on in Lefebvre�s salon hitting the web. This was an old
fashioned secret sect. Strictly managed and intensely focused on
remaining secret.

Lefebvre�s story excited Giscard and Lefebvre recognized it in
his friend. The two men gave each other a knowing smile and
Lefebvre rose and beckoned Giscard to follow. They went to the
bedroom where their boys slept and Lefebvre roused them from the
door.

�Time to get up,� he said with a smile walking into the room.
�You should have a shower and some breakfast, and perhaps we can
take Philippe down to the beach,� Lefebvre said looking at
Laurent and then to Giscard.

The shower turned out to be an event. Lefebvre had had a rather
large shower installed off the salon at one end of the room. It
had three overhead shower heads and Giscard and Philippe quickly
saw the reason when Lefebvre had stripped and led Laurent into
the open shower. The water pouring down on man and boy as Laurent
sucked Lefebvre enthusiastically. Smiling at the convenience of
the shower arrangement, Giscard stripped, urging Philippe to do
likewise and soon they were copying Laurent and Lefebvre under
the end shower head. Philippe energetically sucking and stroking
his lover. The debauched scene ended with both men fucking their
boys as each boy bent forward against the wall; holding
themselves back with their hands pressed against the tiles as the
men grunted and rutted deep up in their tight arses. The room
echoing to the groaning and grunting as the boys were fucked for
the first time since waking.

Having eaten breakfast, the men ushered the boys to the beach as
the day warmed quickly. Philippe thoroughly enjoyed this first
excursion to the seaside. He and Laurent became good friends and
spent hours in the water, to retreat to the beach and let the sun
dry them off as they lay on towels; the two men sitting fully
dressed under a large beach umbrella. To Philippe this seemed a
perfect way to spend a day.

The four returned to the house after noon to eat a light lunch of
cold meat and salad prepared by a middle age woman who had
arrived during their absence.  Lefebvre introduced her as Madame
Leclerc. The woman had a rather sever look, dressed in black
dress with a white apron; looking like a typical maidservant.

�Is she one�one of you?� Giscard inquired quietly, as Madame
Leclerc left the room with their dirty plates.

�Oh God know,� Lefebvre answered with a shocked look. �Never to
be trusted in that way,� he said quietly. �Good at what she is
doing now�excellent cook�but that�s it,� he added.

When lunch was over and after Madame Leclerc bid farewell,
Lefebvre and Laurent disappeared. Giscard chuckled knowing
Lefebvre was wanting a private moment with Laurent and he
indulged himself by sitting in an armchair as Philippe knelt
between his knees and sucked him dry; his stiff cock sticking out
of his flies. When Lefebvre and Laurent returned, Lefebvre
suggested the boy�s might like to return to the beach on their
own, insisting they return no later than four o�clock. The
excited boy�s left the house and walked across the road and down
onto the beach where they set up their towels and a small cooler
bag with water and Coca Cola Lefebvre had given them. While the
boy�s played in the water and lazed on the beach, the two men
smoked cigars and had afternoon drinks. The boy�s returned at
four o�clock to find both men quite merry from the alcohol. The
foursome pared off to the men�s respective bedrooms and each boy
was soundly fucked before dinner. Madame Leclerc returned about
six with a pre-prepared meal which she reheated on Lefebvre�s
stove then laid out the meal. She stayed until she could clear
the table and pack the plates into the dishwasher, and finally
left near eight o�clock. The men had drunk a bottle of good Syrah
with the meal and were feeling mellow. Lefebvre ushered the other
three to the salon and they all undressed to complete a fine day
by the men swapping boys.

Lefebvre fucked Philippe with gusto and enthusiasm, while Giscard
had Laurent back up and sit on his cock as he sat back in an
armchair to watch Philippe getting fucked. Laurent sat impaled on
Giscard�s cock and lay his head back against the man�s shoulder
as Giscard idly stroked the boy�s cock. Laurent feeling stretched
and filled by the cock that's seemed to go right up under his
ribs. It was weird just sitting skewered like this without
movement. Lefebvre glanced at his boy sitting in Giscard�s lap
and grinned. He paused fucking Philippe and withdrew his cock,
directing the boy to get off the chaise lounge he was kneeling
on, and guided the boy towards the pair on the armchair. He bade
the boy kneel between Laurent�s spread knees and take the boy�s
cock in his mouth. Philippe was excited by being made to suck
Laurent. He did so eagerly and as he used his practiced hand and
mouth on Laurent�s smaller erection, Lefebvre straddled the
kneeling Philippe�s buttocks and slid his cock into the boy. The
foursome was complete. Laurent began gibbering and groaning as
Giscard slowly urged him up and down with his hands under the
boy�s buttocks. Laurent�s eyes taking on a glazed look as the
pleasure of being fucked and sucked in unison overtook him. He�d
seldom enjoyed being served so when being used this way. Lefebvre
and Giscard were both groaning and grunting as they fucked the
boys. The m�nage ended in a crescendo of groaning, gasping and
grunting as the men took their lead off Laurent�s rising passion
to ejaculate into Philippe�s agile mouth. By now Lefebvre was
stroking Philippe�s small stiffy as he fucked the kid�s arse. The
men meeting Laurent�s climax closely as they spewed into their
boy�s. As they came down off their high there was laughter and
giggling in delight at the near unison of the four�s release.
Philippe�s ejaculation splashing on the mat the chair sat on.

The m�nage set the tone for a variation to the straight swap of
boys on the Friday night. After recuperating, the men
double-teamed Philippe. Lefebvre in the boy�s arse as Giscard
knelt in front of the boy and shoved his cock down Philippe�s
throat. Laurent directed to slid his head under the skewered boy
and suck his dangling cock. Once more the men strived for unison
in cumming; Giscard flooding Philippe�s mouth as the boy gagged
and spluttered on the cock and the semen filling his throat.
Lefebvre cumming deep in the boy�s bowel. Laurent missed getting
Philippe of and as the men pulled out of the tired Philippe,
Lefebvre ordered Laurent to go down on Philippe and give the
fatigued boy release. Laurent brought Philippe off and the boy
slipped into a doze, a broad smile on his face. As Philippe
rested so to did the men. To later rouse themselves and take
Laurent to a flat backless settee and bend him back over it.
Giscard lifted the boy�s legs and went into him, as Lefebvre
straddled his boy�s face and forced his cock down so Laurent
could suck him; the man leaning forward and stroking Laurent�s
stiff cock. The two men indulged themselves for a good fifteen
minutes, before a knowing nod between them saw them swap
positions. The continued for at least ten minutes more before
Lefebvre began gasping in some frustration he�d lost it and was
cumming. Giscard let the man pump Laurent hard as he held the
boy�s legs up and back for his friend fucking the kid. Once
Lefebvre had finished, gasping and chuckling in delight in
release, Giscard circled the end of the settee, still holding
Laurent�s legs up, and penetrated the boy in one firm thrust
after Lefebvre had backed off. Laurent grunted in some discomfort
as Giscard�s cock went so deep in one push and then lay back
gibbering and gasping as the elderly man followed on from where
Lefebvre left off. Fucking the boy in short urgent stab�s as he
spewed a second load into the boy�s arse to end this fuck. The
men ran out of steam some time after midnight and wearily
returned the two fatigued boy�s to their bedroom.

The Sunday went much as the Saturday had, including a brief
journey into the town after lunch, before the boy�s were allowed
to go to the beach again. Madame Leclerc returned in the late
afternoon to prepare a roast chicken and left the four, with
strict instructions for the table to be cleared and the dishes
packed into the dishwasher. She had church that evening so could
not stay to see the table and kitchen were cleared and cleaned.
The men did not immediately take the boys to the salon but
instead sat and smoked cigars and enjoyed several stiff cognacs.
Eventually as it neared ten o�clock, Lefebvre went into the small
room off the lounge and beckoned the boy�s who were watching
television. This was the last night before Giscard and Laurent
returned home on the train the next day. Despite their best
efforts to over indulge themselves with the boy�s the two men
tired quickly. Each boy was doubled up as the night before and
they had one m�nage were all four were carnally joined. Giscard
in Laurent�s arse with Laurent sucking Philippe as he was fucked
on his side by Lefebvre. They managed one last m�nage where
Laurent and Philippe swapped places, and somewhere near two
o�clock in the morning all three passed out from sexual fatigue.
The boy�s disengaging themselves from the two sated men and
padding wearily back to their bedroom.

Laurent woke first and sat up in a panic. It was near eight
thirty and he knew Giscard and Philippe had a train to catch by
ten after nine. He roused Philippe and urged the boy to pack,
then rushing to Lefebvre�s room to wake him. Lefebvre wasn�t
there so Laurent raced up to the salon and found both men asleep.
Lefebvre on a settee and Giscard on the large double bed. They
had been too tired the night before to return to their rooms.
There was much panic and rushing about as the situation was
revealed to the two men. With an almighty effort and a rush, they
made the station in time to clamber on the train as it was about
to leave. Giscard and Philippe farewelling their hosts as
Lefebvre and Laurent walked along the platform as the train
slowly picked up speed. Soon the train had left the station and
Giscard and Philippe settled back into their seats. The journey
was no more eventful than the journey down. As before, Giscard
took the boy into the lavatory and pumped his arse energetically
as the train swayed along the track. Philippe clinging to the
stainless toilet bowl as his arse was expertly fucked by his
lover. This time there was no impertinent Goth girl to mock them
leaving the lavatory. Their carnal dalliance completed in secret.

The seaside visit was repeated the following summer when Philippe
was now thirteen. He and Laurent were both through puberty and as
such both had pubic thatches. Lefebvre had made Laurent keep his
pubis and ball sac shaved and there was much mirth and delight
the first night�s return as Philippe was taken to the shower
block off the salon and with mock ceremony, shaved smooth. There
followed a debauched shower scene where the boy�s were fucked up
against the wall as had happened last visit. The stay was once
again a carnal tour de force for the foursome. It was to be the
last time as shortly after their return, Monsieur Giscard had a
shock heart attack and after two days lingering in a grave state
of health, he suffered a stroke and died. Philippe was bereft and
his parents touched by the grief their son felt towards their
kindly neighbor. For the next two years Philippe missed Giscard
badly as he became celibate. He had no experience of how to seek
out men of similar interest to Giscard. Apart from his own hand
on his growing cock, and the rather sexless insertion of phallic
objects into his arse, his sex life was non existent. In this
period he actually dated girls in a naive adolescent way. It was
expected boys have girlfriends as they grew up. Despite enjoying
their company as companions, he wasn�t interested in pursuing
them for sex. The boy now so indoctrinated in male sex that his
elderly lover�s death left a void.

It was somewhere near his sixteenth birthday that he met another
man with similar interests to the late Monsieur Giscard. A
librarian in the town�s public library. He had seen the boy
lingering near a section where books on homosexuality and gay and
lesbian lifestyles were kept. The eagle eyed librarian quickly
discerned the boy was genuinely seeking books on gay lifestyle,
not a sweaty young adolescent getting a lascivious thrill from
reading about lesbians as was most common. The handsome teen
interested him and he made contact with Philippe. This man Roget
Duval was younger than Giscard by a good twenty years; in his
late forties and divorced with adult children. He had been a
closet gay all his married life; his marriage crumbling after his
wife had discovered a young male lover. He took Philippe under
his wing, so to speak, and soon the teen was fully engaged in man
sex once more. After several months of clandestine visits to the
man�s apartment, just as Giscard had taken Philippe to
Lefebvre�s, Philippe�s new lover discretely introduced the teen
boy to two trusted friends. Roget permitted Philippe to be
sometimes alone with the friends, and sometimes the four
congregated at one of the men�s apartments. Whichever way,
Philippe was the centre of attention. Occasionally when all were
together he witnessed the men having sex with each other.

These men were genuinely gay, and not necessarily pedophilic in
intent, despite enjoying their underage boy. The m�nages were
mostly a gangbang or serial taking of Philippe but sometimes a
combination of two or more coupled sexually at any one time. The
boy�s orientation as taught him by Giscard now indelibly stamped,
he was slowly indoctrinated into a gay lifestyle that he picked
up from his lovers. Giscard�s tutoring of Philippe for his own
indulgence was now being infused with the more democratic gay
behavior of these new lovers. For the first time, the maturing
Philippe saw man-man sex as something mutual. Despite his
preference to be dominated and used as a bottom, he was often
invited to reciprocate and play top; enjoying sex from a position
of dominance in increasing occasions. Roget and friends allowed
the boy to come out to himself, even if he could not bring
himself to do so with his family.

And so he eventually became more confident at meeting men and
soon broke the ties that Giscard�s teaching bound him with; even
after Giscard�s death. The nearly two years with Roget and
friends soon gave way to Philippe becoming bolder in meeting
other like minded men. The town was too small to continue this
way. Even his lover Roget and friends were in the closet. It was
because of this he decided to move away, and that is what lead
him back to the town where he knew Laurent was; where he had gone
with Giscard those years before. He met up with Laurent and
discovered the teen had also progressed beyond being the sexual
plaything of an aging pedophile. Laurent showed him the bars and
haunts for gays in this small city near the coast.

Philippe looked at the dozing Laurent. He lifted his head and
looked down the teen body, noting the absence of pubic hair. He
smiled knowing Laurent still kept himself shaved there.

�He�s definitely back with Lefebvre,� Philippe thought to
himself; knowing the man liked his boys smooth.

 He saw the teen�s flaccid cock lying against his thigh and
Philippe licked his lips. Gently moving down the sleeping boy�s
body, he picked the floppy cock up and drew it into his mouth. He
suckled Laurent back to waking and Laurent chuckled and reached
for Philippe�s cock dangling down as Philippe bent over him.
Philippe became hard quickly and pulled back off his friend and
lover.

�I want to fuck you,� he said in a husky voice.

Laurent smirked knowingly at his friend and lay back and pulled
his legs back, his buttocks lifting off the bed.

�It�s your turn,� Laurent said with a grin, as Philippe knelt
between his legs.

Laurent sighed and grunted as Philippe shoved his cock deep in
his arse.

�Good one,� Laurent sighed as he got used to the cock. �Go for
it,� he gasped as Philippe slowly began to pick up speed.

*****

�Can I come to Paris with you?� Philippe asked as Laurent dressed
to leave.

�If you like,� Laurent replied a little hesitantly.

�I need to get out of here�find myself,� Philippe said, noting
Laurent�s lack of enthusiasm.

�Sure�fine�it would be good,� Laurent said, sounding more
amenable to the idea.

�When will you be going?� Philippe asked.

�I don�t know�if you can help me get a job�as soon as I get some
money,� Laurent answered combing his longish dark hair.

�I�ll see about a job for you tonight,� Philippe said brightly.
�The sooner you get started the better.�

Philippe also had little money and he knew he would have to save
from now on. No extravagances.

�Drop into the bistro this evening�the back door,� Philippe said
as Laurent readied to leave.

Laurent nodded and with a small wave, he left Philippe lying
naked on the bed. Philippe knew there could be no romantic
relationship between him and Laurent. Just the occasional sexual
liaison, such as this morning. The two had come up through
similar circumstances; they were more as brothers than lovers.
Philippe rolled on his side and curled up gently fondling his
cock. He noted the faint odor of sex lingering in the room, and
smiled knowingly. Monsieur Giscard had a lot to answer for.
Philippe had no conscious regrets about his sexual initiation and
subsequent life, but the thought of who he might have been still
nagged at him. Was he gay or did the pedophile Giscard�s sly
carnal tutoring make him so? Would he ever know?

�Perhaps the answer is in Paris,� he sighed and he stared at the
wall.



The End


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