Chapter 3
Philippe lay on his back as the sea carried him back to shore. He loved swimming at night. Especially naked. It gave him a feeling of freedom that he could not attain anywhere else.
The warm night sea washed over Philippe's naked body, caressing his sun-bronzed flesh like a lover, it made his large, uncircumcised cock respond the way a kiss would. It grew slightly hard-not to its full tumescence, but enough to give him that warm glow that he enjoyed.
From the shore he was being observed. He didn't know it yet, but he would soon find out. The dark eyes strained against the moonlight to make out the nude body that was slowly washing toward shore.
The young Spanish sailor had been walking along the beach to clear his head. He'd been drinking somewhat heavily that night and he found that the sea air did wonders for his head.
Philippe stirred as the sea carried him shoreward. He raised his head and saw a lone figure standing on the shoreline.
He could make out that it was a male figure and that it was dressed in white.
Immediately, the cock responded. He hoped that ... well, he hoped.
As Philippe was carried closer to the shore, the Spanish sailor could see that his dream was coming true, that indeed it was a handsome young man who was being washed his way-a blonde young man. The tight sailor pants bulged as his cock began to grow hard. This could be the start of a very interesting encounter, he thought to himself.
Philippe stood up now, he was that close to the shore. He began wading through the water, treading sand as he neared the lone figure standing on the shoreline. He, too, liked what he saw.
"Warm tonight," the sailor said in perfect French.
"Oui, comme ca," Philippe responded, not bothering to hide his half-hard cock.
"It gets warmer by the minute," the Spanish sailor continued.
Philippe only smiled and walked from the surf onto the white sand that was glistening in the moonlight.
The roll of Philippe's buttocks as he passed the young sailor gave the young man the added incentive he needed to decide to pursue this escapade to its conclusion-whatever that might be.
Philippe lay down on his stomach on the white sand and stretched out full length.
"Do you have a cigarette?" he asked, turning his head to look at the young sailor who was watching him intently.
"Unfortunately, I do not smoke," the sailor said.
"Just as well," Philippe said. "I smoke too much anyway."
"It is a bad habit," the Spanish sailor offered, moving closer and squatting beside Philippe. The butt was only inches from him now, that incredible butt of Philippe Noiret. Round, bronzed by the sun with just a hint of golden hair that rose from the cleft of the melons that were perfectly formed.
"Would you like to come somewhere warmer?" the sailor asked.
"It's fine here," Philippe said, lazily. He loved the feel of the sea breeze on his naked body, even though it was somewhat cooler than it had been in the water.
"Yes, it is quite fine here," the Spanish sailor agreed. He moved just inches closer to Philippe. He could smell the aroma of the young man's body now. It was refreshing and clean-like the sea.
"You are here for the Festival?" Philippe inquired.
"No," the sailor said. "I am only here by coincidence with the Festival. My ship is just there." He pointed to a dark hulk on the horizon from which a few lights shone.
"But you are not on your ship," Philippe accused.
"No, it is alright though, I have a pass."
Philippe smiled-pass, indeed. He knew one was about to be made and he was just in the mood to receive it.
"Do you like to swim?" Philippe asked. "After all, you are a sailor."
"Yes, I like very much to swim," the sailor answered, showing a stunning set of snow white teeth against his dark skin.
"Then why don't you?" Philippe teased. "The water is wonderful." He stirred slightly on the sand, undulating his body, making his hips rise and fall, driving the Spaniard wild with desire.
"I would rather stay and talk with you, if that is alright," the sailor asked gently.
His eyes washed over Philippe's naked form, drinking in the details of his perfect body.
Philippe felt the stirrings in his own groin as he turned onto his side, facing the Spaniard.
"That would be very pleasant," Philippe smiled. "Why don't you sit with me."
The sailor saw that Philippe's cock was growing even as he lay there smiling at him. He felt the stirrings in his own crotch and gratefully slipped onto the white sand beside the young blonde Frenchman.
The white pants of the Spanish sailor did little to conceal his growing excitement. Philippe did not let the fact go unnoticed. He had hoped that something like this would happen.
Philippe stretched lazily letting his hand brush the Spanish sailor's knee. He felt a jerk as the Spanish sailor took a deep intake of breath.
But the young man lay down beside Philippe, near enough to touch, but not doing so.
"It is wonderful here at night, especially late like this when all the crazy film people have gone to each others' beds," Philippe said. "It is much better than in the daytime with the place is full of wild Americans with their cameras."
Philippe turned onto his back, stretching a hand across his stomach and gently rubbing the hard, washboard muscles of his stomach. His cock gave a little jerk as it filled with blood. The nearness of the Spaniard and his shyness was having a sensual effect on Philippe.
The heat between the two young men was almost palpable as the Spaniard stretched out full length on his back, his hands crossed under his head. He gazed up at the black night sky filled with moon.
Philippe's hand reached down to his dick and began to slowly manipulate it. He could sense the tenseness of the Spaniard and it excited him.
Slowly, Philippe reached his other hand over and ran it along the young sailor's leg. He felt the tremor go through the young sailor's body, but he did not pull away. Philippe turned onto his side, facing the sailor and reached his hand up to the young man's chest and let it rest there.
The sailor continued to look at the sky, his eyes now closed as he felt the hand gently stroke his body, moving from the chest to the stomach and beyond.
As Philippe's fingers touched the sailor's crotch, there was an electric current that charged between the two. A gasp escaped from the sailor's lips as he felt Philippe's deft fingers encircled the fullness of his now fully hard cock.
Philippe moved closer, his body now touching that of the sailor. The sailor lay perfectly still. Letting Philippe do as he wanted. The buttons on the sailor's pants were opened and Philippe's slender fingers slipped inside and groped for the meat among the folds of the white cotton shorts that the sailor wore.
The dick was thick and stubby, about eight inches long, but so round that Philippe's fingers had trouble circling it.
The sailor's breathing grew shallow as he felt the hand pulling his cock from the opening in his pants. He kept his eyes shut tightly as Philippe pulled his stumpy, thick cock from the pants and began to slowly pull the foreskin back from it.
Philippe's own cock was hard as a rock now, pressing against the sailor's thigh as Philippe moved closer and closer, pulling himself up to the young sailor and pressing his body tightly against his.
The sailor felt the lips press his own and opened his moth. Philippe's tongue slipped just inside, teasing the teeth as the young sailor felt the hardness of his own cock responding to the expert manipulations of Philippe's slim fingers.
With the stealthiness of a jungle cat, Philippe crawled on top of the fully clothed sailor and felt the hardness of their two bodies mingling in the warm night air.'
He could feel the electric excitement that passed through the sailor's body as he pressed his own cock against that of the sailor's.
They lay there on the sand, rocking gently as the sound of the sea filled their ears and the heat of night lust filled their bodies with desire.
Philippe's tongue slid into the Spanish sailor's mouth and the sailor opened to receive it. Their warmth filled one another and Philippe felt the excitement that was being generated between them increase as the sailor's prick rubbed against his own. Philippe slipped his tongue out of the sailor's mouth and quickly slid his body down.
Taking the sailor's dick into his mouth, Philippe swallowed it in one gulp.
"Santa Maria!" the Spanish sailor exclaimed, responding to the terrific feel of having the young blonde Frenchman take his meat all the way into his throat.
The sailor's dick was thick. Philippe savored the taste and the feel of the hearty hunk of meat as he let it fill his mouth and throat. Philippe's tongue worked on the sides of the dick, sending a thrill through the sailor's body, making his breathing become shallow and his voice hoarse as he muttered exclamations of joy and excitement.
Philippe's own dick and balls were crushed into the sand as he lay between the sailor's legs, taking the thick piece of hot Spanish meat into his throat and sucking on it. He could taste the heady flavor of the young man's uncircumcised meat pole and it was good.
Philippe unbuttoned the pants that the sailor wore as he continued to suck on his dick. The young sailor raised his hips upwards to allow Philippe to slide the pants down. Philippe finally had to release his mouth-hold on the young sailor's prick to remove his pants. The young sailor helped as much as he could, but Philippe did most of the work, wanting to get the young sailor as naked as he himself was.
The upper garment that the sailor wore was tight and he had to sit up to remove it. He discarded the garment and lay back on the sand-naked.
Philippe knelt between the young sailor's legs, reaching a hand down to cup his pendulous balls and with his other hand encircled the young sailor's thick meat.
"You have a beautiful body," Philippe told the sailor as he enjoyed the sight of the dark young man's form against the white sands of the beach.
"Thank you," the sailor said quietly. There was almost a blush in his voice as he whispered the words huskily.
Philippe slid down onto the sand again, licking at the young man's thighs as he began to peel back the thick foreskin that covered the head of the Spaniard's cock.
Little tremors of excitement ran through the young man's body as he felt the warm, wet tongue lick upward between his thighs and tickle his balls as Philippe opened his mouth and took one of the big nuts in his mouth and sucked on it. His hand manipulated the prick, sliding the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of the fat cock.
Philippe used his chin to pressure the young man into raising himself slightly upwards. Philippe's tongue slipped down the sack of nuts to the hairy crack of the sailor's ass and slipped the tip of it inside the steamy opening of the Spaniard's ass-hole.
An audible sigh of excitement escaped the young man's lips as he felt the warm, firm tongue tease the opening of his dark hole. He raised his knees and thrust his ass upwards to meet the downward thrusts of Philippe's inquiring tongue. Philippe was on his knees by now, bending over, ramming his tongue deeper and deeper into the Spanish sailor's ass-hole as he played with the thick piece of meat that was shaped like a hooded beer can.
As Philippe's tongue thrusts became more aggressive, he could feel the hot little butt hole opening wider to accept his tongue. He placed a finger beside his tongue and began to slip it inward as the young man went into paroxysms of ecstasy.
Then the tongue was removed and the finger replaced it.
"Aeeeee!" the sailor gushed as he felt the firm finger sliding all the way into his tight, dark hole. He pushed his knees further upwards, letting Philippe finger fuck him as the Frenchman's other hand expertly manipulated his hard cock.
Philippe felt the tightness of the ass-hole and explored it.
Deeper and deeper into the hot little hole Philippe's finger slipped, opening the young man's mysteries as he pulled on his cock.
Philippe's own cock was throbbing, feeling the anticipation of what he knew was coming next. He longed to fuck the young sailor and from the way the kid was responding, Philippe knew that he only had to take it slow and easy and the young Spaniard's ass was his.
Two fingers now played in the ass-hole, stretching it, making it accessible.
The Spaniard was now writhing on the sand, his legs crooked upwards, his ass opening as Philippe's body moved upwards, filling up the gap that lay between then.
Then, Philippe slipped his fingers out of the sailor's ass and wet the head of his cock with his spittle and placed the head of his dick at the dark opening of the Spaniard's butt hole.
The sailor gritted his teeth as he felt the head penetrate his sphincter, but he did not resist. Rather he assisted, pushing his butt upwards as Philippe slipped the head of his cock into the tight, dark hole.
Slowly but firmly Philippe slid his cock into the sailor's eager ass, filling the cavern with his thick piece of hot meat. The sailor grunted as he accepted the foreign object. He wanted it-and he was getting it.
Philippe felt the tightness of the ass-hole muscles expanding to accept his big cock. He loved the feel of it as he slipped his cock deeper and deeper into the tight, dark hole of love that the Spanish sailor was letting him have.
Still, Philippe's hand kept a firm grip on the sailor's dick, pulling the foreskin back over the mushroom shaped head of the dark piece of man meat. He felt the slickness of pre-cum spreading over the head of the dick and with his thumb spread it around, causing the Spaniard to sigh with delight.
All the while, Philippe's cock was inching deeper and deeper into the dark tunnel of love that the sailor was offering him, opening for him, grunting to accept it and loving every fucking inch of it.
Finally, Philippe felt his balls rest against the crack of the kid's ass and knew that he had made it all the way. He lay there quietly for a moment, savoring the feel of the tight glove circling his cock.
The incredible tightness of the Spanish sailor's ass-hole felt wonderful to Philippe. He loved the way the ass gripped his cock and then he began to fuck. Slowly, so slowly.
Philippe's own ass was squeezing as he slipped his dick slowly from head to hilt inside the dark young man's butt hole. He felt the tension in his buttocks as he slipped it to the sailor.
The sailor's cock was throbbing now, almost ready to shoot, but Philippe was not about to let that happen.
He released his hold on the sailor's cock and gripped the young man's legs, forcing his ass even further upwards and began to really plunge his meat in.
The sailor let out animal sounds as he writhed on the sand, feeling the thick, long meat of the Frenchman filling his tight butt hole with deep, firm strokes.
Plunge!
Philippe felt his cockhead hit bottom and then pulled it out until just the head was entrapped within the tight confines of the kid's sphincter and then plunged again-ramming his meat deep, deep into the hot, wet hole. Plunge!
The Spaniard let out a cry-of sheer pleasure as he felt himself being fucked-and fucked hard.
Harder and deeper Philippe plunged his meat, filling the kid's ass as he rammed it home. Fucking the Spanish sailor with expertise.
Philippe pushed the sailor's knees up until he was practically jack-knifed there on the sand, his ass upwards, ready to receive the long, hard strokes that Philippe was now taking-fucking him royally.
The hard muscled buttocks of the Spanish sailor felt drawn tight as a drumhead as Philippe rammed his cock home, his balls slapping against the young man's ass as he banged deep.
The Spaniard's cock was bobbing now, he could feel the thick piece of meat ramming home inside his ass and his own cock was ready to explode. Philippe deliberately slowed his action, taking his time, savoring and enjoying every second of this fantastic fuck.
The Spaniard was gnashing his teeth and flailing his head from side to side as Philippe slowly drew his cock almost all the way out and then slowly, slowly slipped it back in all the way to the nuts.
"Please cum inside me," the sailor whispered. "Fuck my ass. Fill me with your juice. Give it to me. Give that cum to me!"
Philippe could feel the heat of his cock and his balls as he fucked the sailor's ass. He knew that soon, soon he would explode, filling the young man's ass-hole with his hot, thick cream. He knew that the sailor would cum too. He knew that this was going to be it.
Here it came!
Philippe felt the load swelling up in his nuts. He pushed the kid's knees onto his shoulders and pulled himself up to a crouching position as he rammed straight down, driving his meat home-deep, deep-all the way down.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" the sailor begged.
Philippe felt the ass-hole gripping at his cock as he rammed it home, deeper and deeper with longer, harder strokes. He was ready. He was ready to cum. He was ready to shoot his wad.
SPURT!
Cum filled the sailor's ass. SPURT!
The sailor let go with a wad of his own. SPURT!
Philippe squeezed the muscles of his ass tight as he let go another spurt of hot, thick man cum. SPURT!
The sailor's cock exploded as his ass accepted the load of his French lover.
SPURT!
The two of them came together, Philippe filling the sailor's ass with his load while the sailor let go his own load, gripping Philippe's thick, pulsing cock with the muscles of his hot, hairy hole.
They held it there for a moment, Philippe feeling his cock squirt the last of his load into the young Spaniard's ass, the Spaniard gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing, savoring the feel of the blonde Frenchman's meat inside him. Not wanting it to end, not wanting to let go of this hot young man's sweet piece of spurting meat.
Then Philippe began his withdrawal, slow-slow-slow.
The head of Philippe's cock slipped from the Spaniard's ass-hole and he let go his hold on the young man's legs, allowing him to lie down on the sand.
Philippe lay down beside him and pressed his arm over the young sailor's chest, pulling him tightly to himself as they lay back and looked up at the darkened sky, the sound of the sea filling their ears with gentle music.