Le Petit Nicolas
Chapter 11 - Pay it forward

Bad dream or the memory of Monday's events – Geoffroy wasn't able to tell what exactly made him wake up in such a bad mood. It was still an early morning, as he got up earlier than usual, all nervous, feeling that he was not able to sleep anymore. Having plenty of time to spend before the breakfast the young teen decided to start with some basic morning hygiene routine. Wearing only his white, tight briefs he walked into the bathroom to wash his face and to pee. His eyes seemed heavy, he yawned as he marched into the shower and started washing, hoping that the warm water will wake him up fully. Sitting on the floor, staring at the wall the boy let the water splatter against him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A really deep breath.

Someone told him a few months ago (or was it in a book he read?) that positive thinking, relaxation, and meditation were the best ways to clear up the bothered mind, he was a smart boy, he believed it fully. His day was all planned, he knew what he needed to do, and he was happy to receive yet another chance to meet Nicolas. Nothing bad could come out of that. The chances to see Clotaire were close to zero. And honestly speaking – he hoped to see his hated classmate in September at earliest. After all, the summer was almost there. Tuesday afternoon. Wednesday, Thursday. Friday – end of the school year. Yes, the summer... Geoffroy wondered when his dad will speak to him about the coming holiday plans. After all, the man seemed rather concerned yesterday, during dinner. Perhaps he wanted to cancel all the plans? Geoffroy would not complain. He wanted to spend the time with the little Nick, he was truly obsessed.

“Should I ask my papa if Nicolas can spend the holiday time with us?” Geoffroy thought, biting his lip, preparing to wash his hair. It wasn't a bad idea but on the other hand, it seemed rather suspicious. Geoffroy figured out that his father would ask a lot of questions and call Nicolas's parents who weren't quite happy with their son's behavior lately, no doubt.

Geoffroy smiled, seeing that his bad mood was almost gone. Now he started thinking about some early school memories, he and Nicolas shared. They were just in first or second grade when some pretty funny things happened. They were living their childhood fully, pulling pranks on other people, fighting, learning the world. “Heh, I wonder if Nicolas remembers any of these.” He thought. “Geez, I was so annoying back then.”

Geoffroy was a rich kid from a rich family, he liked to brag, show off his presents, tell everyone how amazing his dad was. He wanted people to adore him, he wished to become the most popular boy in the whole school. Because this was what he considered good, Geoffroy wanted to be just like his father. He was six when he went to the school and met Nicolas. Another six years passed and they both went to the same collège. Some of their childhood friends from the elementary school weren't here anymore, but Geoffroy's and Nicolas's friendship survived. And not only survived but... progressed. The boys loved each other.

Naked and wet the blond-haired boy walked out of the shower. His body was glistening in a faint light, marking every muscle and bump covering his maturing chest. His nipples were rock hard, he was indeed a young god. The boy who had everything. Standing in front of a big mirror Geoffroy looked at himself, flexing his muscles and posing.

“Oh, Geoffroy, you are so handsome.” He whispered as he moved his eyes down, examining his body. He was changing so fast, once a boy, now a young teen. The puberty finally got him. “And you have such a big cock!” Geoffroy wiggled his hips and was about to dry himself up when he heard the knock on the door and his father's voice.

“Son? Are you in the bathroom?” The man asked. “May I come in?”

“I'm naked, dad!” Geoffroy shouted, looking for the nearest towel in a panic, but there were none left. He realized he forgot to grab a fresh one from the closet. “What do you want?”

“The shower in my bathroom just broke. Called the handyman service but they won't be able to come until Thursday.” The man explained, clearly disappointed. “We will need to share yours for a few days. Now, could you please dress up and open the door?” Charles asked impatiently. He wasn't angry but rather disappointed that his son wasn't obedient.

Covering his private parts with one hand the blushing boy reached for the bolt, opening the door. Obviously, Charles was rather surprised to see his twelve years old son naked in front of him but Geoffroy explained himself quickly.

“Could you bring me a towel, please? I don't have one.” His voice was really low, the boy was whispering. Geoffroy stared down at his feet as if they were very interesting.

Rolling his eyes Charles shook his head and walked over to the closet, seeking for a fresh towel. This was an unexpected situation, the emergency, yet it seemed really strange for both of them. Charles used to take a shower with Geoffroy till his son was ten. Just two years ago his kid had no problem being nude around other man and boys, visiting some luxury swimming pools and saunas all over the world. But now, as his body began changing he felt quite ashamed of it. Charles was not surprised by his son's behavior, and most certainly not embarrassed – after all, he saw Geoffroy doing much more... disturbing things.

“Here you go, son.” He handed the towel to Geoffroy and closed the door, allowing his son to cover himself quickly. “You shouldn't be so shy around your own father, really. I mean...”

“Dad. Stop. Weird alert!” Geoffroy yelled and grinned, walking out of the bathroom, allowing his dad to walk inside.

“Remember the thing you promised me yesterday? It's really important.”

“Yes dad, I hoped we can talk this morning during the breakfast.” Geoffroy stated and watched as the man started undressing. The boy always wished he was as muscular as his dad, he knew that all the women would kill to have a husband like him. “I wanted to ask you...”

“Yes?” Charles replied, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding down his jeans, looking at his son's reflection in a mirror.

“Could you perhaps call the school and use your super powers and sign me and Nicolas on all the attendance lists? It's almost summer, we aren't learning anything anyway.” The boy explained, trying to sound as reasonable as possible, hoping that his father will agree with him.

“You and Nicolas?” The man sighed, giving Geoffroy a quick look. “Shouldn't he tell his own parents that you two want to hang out instead of going to the school? Or was this his idea?” Charles asked, worrying that Nicolas had a bad influence on his son. He still tried to preserve the single thought that his son was innocent, pure, realizing that this was no longer true.

“Mine, dad.” Geoffroy stated shortly, awaiting his father's approval.

“I will think about this.” Charles claimed, lowered his underwear and walked into the shower. Geoffroy nodded his head, closed the door and started dressing up.

Deep inside, Geoffroy knew that his father will agree with him. The man was giving his son everything he wanted and somehow Geoffroy was still far from abusing his dad's powers. The blond-haired teenager hoped that his dad will stop blaming Nicolas for some bad things happening – after all, they were both still quite young boys. Young enough to make not one but a few mistakes. Just then, as he was finished putting his shirt on his phone ringed. Geoffroy was surprised to see the sender of the short message.

“I was thinking about you, you know. You look really hot.”

Ignoring the message Geoffroy pressed the delete button, hoping that Clotaire will be clever enough to understand that this wasn't going to work in any way. Waiting for his father to walk out of the bathroom Geoffroy turned his laptop on and started browsing the internet, hoping to find some new game Nicolas would love. The boy loved gifting his friends, spreading the love, and he really wanted to make sure that Nicolas will have a nice day. Besides, Geoffroy had a lot of time to waste, the breakfast was going to start in about thirty minutes, but he was already able to smell the food being prepared in the kitchen.

Just then, five minutes before the meal the handsome, young teen heard another incoming message sound, but having no time to read it he walked into the dining room. Obviously, he suspected that this was another message from his classmate and for brief second struggled, wondering if he should confess to his own, caring father. “If anyone can find any quick solution, it's him.” Geoffroy thought, chewing on his lip nervously. Realizing that he was not ready for it, he sighed quietly, looking out of the window. As Geoffroy was lost in his thoughts Charles walked into the room, taking a seat. The started talking, getting back to the topic that was interrupted by Nicolas's call yesterday.

“So, to start with – I will call school today and speak with Mathias about your request. I guess he would be fine with that as long as you and Nicolas spend this time safely.” The man explained. ”I would prefer you to invite Nicolas over. However - I know that you both want to lie to his parents, telling that you are going to school. Don't you?”

“No dad, I will speak to Nicolas's mom today. I promise.” Geoffroy stated, trying to convince his father, that he was speaking the truth. It seemed like a perfect solution as he knew that Nicolas's mom was much nicer than Nicolas's dad. “If she won't allow him to spend time with me then we will both go to the school.”

“Alright, I'm meeting with your school principal, Mathias, tomorrow. I will leave him a message, saying that you and Nick won't be attending any lessons.” Charles snapped and smiled, pouring some more juice into the glass.

“Thank you, papa.”

“So, speaking of safety.” Charles cleared his throat and locked his eyes on Geoffroy. “Since we have some extra time I want you to understand a few things. First of all – We are connected. You may ask what does it mean, surely.” He paused for a brief second as if he was expecting his son to speak.

Something was bothering him – perhaps the feeling of impending doom he sensed this weekend was still hidden deep inside him. A lot of things changed so sudden and for some reason, Charles also felt that his own son was getting more and more distant from him. He couldn't allow this – after all Geoffroy was still a little kid. And Geoffroy, he was growing up, searching for his own path, wanting to explore the dangerous world. Charles wished to spare him all the suffering and tears, he wanted to lock him down, making sure that his little, precious kid was safe. Forever.

“We can not exist without each other. I would die if something bad happened to you, and you... You wouldn't be able to survive either. They would tear our fortune apart, Geoffroy. You can't even imagine how awful it is. Members of our family can often sense if something bad is going to happen. Call it an instinct. I raised you, I kept you safe in the past and present and I wanted you to have everything you wished. But there's one thing I can not protect you from – the world.” Charles explained and looked directly into the boy's eyes, unsure if Geoffroy was understanding him. “And lately that connection between us, my guts or my brain, a father's thing, call it any name you like... Something tells me that we are getting distant, that you don't trust me anymore. Are you honest with me, Geoffroy? Do you feel safe?”

The boy was frozen in his tracks, his eyes widened. He remained silent for a few seconds, trying to control his emotions, opening his mouth to talk, but not a single word escaped them. Geoffroy was thinking, he was seeking for a way out, as he understood this was one of these rare serious talks he was having with his dad from time to time.

“Dad, listen. Nicolas and I... “ He started and then looked at the floor, his voice dropped. For the second time, he felt a big lump in his throat. The thing was blocking him from confessing the truth, from being honest with his own father. Geoffroy couldn't understand it – this was so easy in the past, but perhaps the past was easier. Now, as he was growing everything changed. “I worry about him. His dad is abusing him lately. I promised I won't tell anybody a word, but I'm not able to help him. I want him to be happy. I really like him.”

“Look, I know that Nicolas is your friend.” Charles emphasized the last word. “But I'm not quite able to interfere there. Not, without making a mess. I could make a call to some people, knowing that this could make things worse – he is just a kid, like you. They could take him away from his family and you would never see him again. This is no solution.” The man explained the situation to his son, who simply nodded, holding back tears.

“Can't we adopt him or something? You could speak to his mom.” Geoffroy suggested as another silly idea appeared in his mind. “I always wanted to have a brother!”

“Geoffroy, calm down. You know that we can not adopt Nicolas. I plan to speak to his mom anyway. There's one thing we need to discuss, seeing how much time you two spend together. And to think that six years passed already.” The man smiled, thinking of the six years old Geoffroy, who seemed like a completely different kid. “So, you may feel safe when a true friend like Nick is around, but remember that there's the only place where you will be eternally safe. Our home. And as long as I'm alive I will do everything possible to make this home your stronghold. I know, sounds cheesy, but I want you to be careful.”

“I understand what you mean.” The boy muttered, thinking how easy was it for Clotaire to get into this stronghold and destroy any safety Geoffroy had. Right now, the boy knew that there was none of it left, that he could be blackmailed anytime.

“You know you can talk to me about everything. I won't be mad and there's solution to any problem. I mean it. ANY problem.” Charles suggested and added. ” But seeing you sitting impatiently I know that your only problem is going over to Nicolas's house and see him as soon as possible.”

“No dad, I still have time. It's just that... the stuff you are telling me is pretty obvious. You know, you are the best dad ever and nothing will change that. I know, I'm not the same boy anymore, but... I can't help it. It just happened.” Geoffroy explained in a low voice, playing with his fingers, knowing that his father will show at least some understanding.

“And, yes. One more thing.” Charles said, smirking. The serious part of their conversation was over. “When peeing, please try to aim for the toilet bowl.”

“Huh?” Geoffroy's face reddened.

“I noticed a few spots on the toilet seat. I mean, the cleaning service never mentioned it, but you should really try to clean up your own mess. Perhaps you should retract your foreskin fully if it gets all sticky.” The man suggested, looking at his son, who covered his blushing face with his hands.

“Dad! Stop! No more! I will try!” Geoffroy yelled once again, covering his ears.

“So.... do you think you are still young enough to friendly hug your father and do not feel ashamed about it?” Charles asked, spreading his arms and inviting Geoffroy to come over.

The young teen did not respond, he simply smiled and walked closer to his father. For some reason when Geoffroy snuggled against the man's body he felt much more safely and confident as if the bad world was never to reach him. Once again, he felt like a little kid.

“Don't ever leave me, dad. I love you.” The boy whispered in a low voice, feeling that the man placed a kiss on his forehead.

***

Nicolas was one of these boys who liked to sleep. And because of that, he hated to get up early unless something good awaited him. The school day, the memories of the past, the morning rain, everything kept telling him that waking up was the worst idea ever. His vision was all blurred as he was woken up by his mother, who told him that the school was about to start and Geoffroy was here, ready to pick him up. Still half-sleeping he went into the bathroom ignoring the figure standing beside his mother. He recognized its appearance just after a moment. Just when his secret boyfriend grunted and smiled.

“Hey, Nick. Salut?” Geoffroy said in a loud voice, smiling, hoping to wake the boy up. Seeing his classmate in such a state was a new experience for him.

“Bon...” Nicolas whispered, looking at himself in the mirror, concentrating on his task.

“Do you want to eat breakfast with us, sweetie? You boys grow so fast!” Nicolas's mom asked, reaching for her son's dirty clothes lying on the floor.

Geoffroy watched as Nicolas brushed his teeth. For the first time in his life, he could observe his beloved friend from a different perspective, and he loved every minute of it. Nicolas was all natural, not hiding anything, his morning wood formed a nice tent in the blue pajama shorts. “My god, he is so cute! I want to cuddle with him right there. And I don't care if his teeth are dirty or not.” Geoffroy thought, gulping loudly. He closed the bathroom door and looked at the woman, who asked the question.

“Thank you, I'm fine. May I ask you a question?” The boy pleaded politely, biting his lip, hoping that his plan will work. “I wanted to invite Nicolas over today. We don't really have any lessons lately. L-Like yesterday – the math teacher was off sick so we were sent home earlier.”

“Oh, yes. The summer is coming.” The woman stated, looking out of the window, her face was full of the strange melancholy, as if she was recalling the better times. “I feel like Nick is rather interested in all things, but school lately.” She explained, whispering and hoping that her husband won't hear her, motioning Geoffroy to come closer. She rested her hands on the boy's shoulders and leaned closer to him. “I'm happy that he has a friend like you. I know Nicolas can be giddy at times, but since you two started dating...“ She stopped, quickly biting her tongue, realizing her mistake.

“Em...” Geoffroy blushed, quickly looking away.

“I mean, since you two started meeting. Six years ago.” Nicolas's mother corrected herself and changed the subject. “Year after year he is getting more and more orderly and polite. At least he no longer breaks everything he touches. That was a real problem in the past.”

“Thank you, madam! I will take care of him.” Geoffroy promised, smiling, feeling as the woman's arms wrapped around his body.

“What is going on?” The black-haired boy asked, looking at the strange scene in front of him. His mom was now hugging Geoffroy, the same way she hugged him when he was still a little kid.

“Oh, We were just making some plans!” The woman winked at Nicolas, patting his head as she left the room, reminding him once more that breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.

She was truly caring. Knowing that Geoffroy's mother passed away a long time ago Nicolas's mother wished to help him. She suspected how hard it was for a growing boy like him – having only a father who was working for most of the day and single childhood friend to share thoughts with. Of course, Nicolas's mother was a clever woman in a close relationship with her son and she sensed that Geoffroy was really worried about the little boy she loved so much. They were like brothers since forever.

In the end, Geoffroy was talked into drinking the cocoa as Nicolas was eating a small portion of fruits, vegetables, and the bread. Nobody interrupted them during the breakfast. They looked like a quite happy family getting ready to start their day, they talked, smiled, joked a lot. The blond-haired young teen felt a strange emptiness down in his stomach as he looked at Nicolas's mother. He tried to recall his own mom, but he could barely remember her face. Ten minutes later both young boys left the building, receiving the goodbye kisses from Nicolas's mom. Geoffroy's mobile ringed again. Another message.

“Oh, who are you chatting with?” Nicolas asked curiously. Geoffroy looked at his mobile, a grimace appeared on his face. That was getting really annoying.

“So I just cummed all over your asshole photo. Would you like to try this today after school? I will be gentle.”

“Eh, it's nothing.” Geoffroy murmured, shaking his head and deleted the message. “I promised you the ice creams, right? Let's go. In the meantime, I will tell you what happened yesterday.”

“And butt kissing.” Nicolas reminded him, blushing a little bit.

“Right. So about yesterday...” Geoffroy started telling his story describing every spicy detail of his yesterday's meeting. Nicolas was shocked to hear about the price Geoffroy paid.

“So, you... did it?” Nicolas asked, his eyes widened, he was not able to utter a word for a while. After all, that wasn't any solution to their problems - they could still get blackmailed. “I can't believe it! Geoffroy! Come on, tell me you are joking!”

“I wanted to keep you safe. I don't give a shit about him.” Geoffroy whispered trying to smile, knowing that this wasn't entirely the truth. Of course, he knew that the consequences may be a bit catastrophic. “He told me to strip and masturbate.”

“You did it for me? Are you... I bet this stupid jerk will use that video against you. He's an idiot, but a clever one.” Nicolas said angrily and looked at Geoffroy who was still to finish the story. The boy sighed. “Is there more?”

“I fucked myself with my fingers and came all over my face. He recorded a nice video showing it all.” The blond-haired boy's voice trembled as he looked away for a second. He realized that everything was lost, Nicolas was right.

“Geoffroy, I don't know what to say.” Nicolas frowned, grabbing Geoffroy's hand and squeezing it softly. “You are great, thank you. But... we need to meet with Clotaire and get him to delete that video. I mean it.” The little, black-haired boy suggested and Geoffroy simply nodded, agreeing with him.

“Let's just spend the rest of the day without thinking about him. Alright?” Geoffroy pleaded, feeling that his bad mood was returning. His mind was once again bothered by the unpleasant thoughts. “Let's relax. We should be happy. No school, the ice creams and a lot of free time. Everything we need is here. You have me, and I have you.”

“Alright.” The little boy answered quickly and looked at the ice cream flavor list. There were just some he liked but the chocolate flavored with brownie bits mixed was his favorite. Geoffroy ordered the cherry one and paid for them both.

As they started licking their ice cream cones no word was spoken. They walked slowly toward Geoffroy's mansion. Looking at each other from time to time the boys laughed as they realized that some old habits die hard. Eating the tasty ice creams quickly turned into the sucking contest. In the end, they were smearing the soft, cold stuff across their lips only to lick it off slowly in the most erotic way. People walking by stared at them in a really strange way. One aged man sitting on the bench seemed like he would be really interested in seeing much more. Noticing that Nicolas quickly shared his findings with Geoffroy who looked at the pervert and started sucking on the ice cream in the most suggestive way, smearing the flavor all over his mouth, moaning softly. The confusion crossed the man's face, he grabbed his newspaper and quickly walked away.

They also checked which one of them can put more of the cone into the mouth. Boys being boys. And oh, Geoffroy was the winner. After a few more minutes they arrived at Geoffroy's home.

“I recalled it this morning. Remember when we were eight and they called our whole class to the doctor's office?” Geoffroy asked as they were resting on top of the grass in the garden, looking at the clear, blue sky.

“Oh man...” Nicolas laughed. “I actually kind of remember - you know when I was little I used to write a diary about events like that. These were some funny stories, my mom told me that one day someone we should publish them as a book and call it Le Petit Nicolas.”

“Oh cool. Remember to send me some.” Geoffroy pleaded, smiling, wondering if any of these stories were describing him. ”So, they asked us to be naked, right? The whole primary class naked in front of the doctors. I'm totally honest – I don't think I paid a lot of attention to your little body back then. But we were in a joking mood, making them all pretty angry. And yeah, after the basic examinations they asked us to draw something, remember?”

“Yeah, a chocolate cake...” Nicolas answered, recalling his memories, smirking.

“Mine was an airplane, my house, and my dad's car.” Geoffroy continued his story. “Remember how often we were fighting with each other back then? Everyone was punching everyone simply because we were kids. So many tears and bruises.”

“Fighting and crying over everything. Look how much we changed in just a four years. From friends to boyfriends. Hard to tell what will happen within the next months!” Nicolas stated in quite a melancholic voice as he watched Geoffroy undressing. The boy took his shirt and pants off.

“It's way too hot in here. Come on, undress. Imagine we are spending the holiday time together.”

Hidden from the people's eyes they felt the total freedom. The only people allowed into the garden were Charles, Geoffroy, and the gardener who worked only on Mondays and Fridays. They realized they could even strip naked there and nobody would disturb them.

Tuesday seemed really fine, they were lazy, relaxed, thinking only of the years behind them, ignoring the events to come. Nicolas placed his head on his friend's chest and closed his eyes. Geoffroy was rubbing the black-haired boy's back, neck, and ear while they recalled some more childhood stories, laughing at each other. This perfect moment could last forever but was quickly interrupted by another message Geoffroy received. And Nicolas sensed it clearly, Geoffroy's body tensed up.

“Ok, who is that?” The little boy asked, reaching for Geoffroy's shorts and looking for the mobile phone hidden in one of the pockets.

“Clotaire.” Geoffroy confessed and watched as Nicolas started reading the most recent message.

“There are like ten of them already. Wait, does h-he... finds you hot?” Nicolas was speechless, figuring out that Clotaire was also gay. “He asks why we aren't school today, suggesting that you could spend time with him instead of me.”

“I don't know what to do, Nick.”

“I told you already. Send him a message.” The young teen smiled quizzically, grinning, thinking of the best way to fool their not so smart classmate. “Ask him if he wants to get a blowjob. I will come with you and while you keep him busy I will find his mobile and delete the video. He won't be able to comprehend what's going on. Idiot.”

“So, should I act the way he wants me to act?” Geoffroy asked, the terrible wave of guilt surged through him. “I would never blow him. Blah. It's disgusting, I don't find him attractive.”

“He just needs to swallow the bait and let us in. Or we could beat him up.” Nicolas suggested. For some reason, he wouldn't mind fighting Clotaire and shattering the boy's mobile against the floor. He never really liked him and in the past few years, they grew apart even more.

Geoffroy couldn't believe that he was writing such a wicked message to his classmate.

“Would you shut up if I blow you tomorrow?”

The answer arrived rather quickly.

“Can't wait, I hope you can swallow it all. See me tomorrow afternoon, at 13. My parents won't be home. You will love it, I promise.”

It was midday when the boys decided to walk inside Geoffroy's room and play some of their favorite games, hoping that their biggest problem named “Clotaire” won't be anymore soon. As a matter of fact, they were just excited, happy, trying to ignore the not-so-pleasant thoughts swarming in their heads. Just the second Nicolas the closed door behind him he felt Geoffroy's hands all around him. The boy placed a soft kiss on his neck, dragging him all the way to the bed.

“I promised to take care of your poor spanked butt, right?” Geoffroy asked in a rather seductive voice and quickly unbuttoned Nicolas's shorts, pulling them down, rolling the black-haired boy on the stomach, leaving him only in the underwear and shirt.

“It still stings a bit. Yesterday was a real nightmare.” Nicolas explained, pressing his face into the bed, feeling that the blond haired kid was gently caressing his back, moving the shirt a little higher.

Sitting between Nicolas's legs Geoffroy leaned down, pressing his palms against Nicolas's back. He started massaging the boy's soft skin, starting with the shoulders, slowly moving down but caressing every single fragment of his boyfriend's body. Geoffroy tried to switch between the massage techniques, starting with rubbing, then pressing, pinching and poking the soft skin with his fingertips trying to provide Nicolas's with nothing but the pure pleasure. Lowering his head Geoffroy started kissing Nicolas's spine moving down, touching it with his wet lips. every few centimeters. As soon as his chin brushed against the little boy's underwear, Geoffroy grasped the elastic waistband and lowered it, exposing the two cute buttocks.

Now, he saw it all, he understood what Nicolas meant. Some parts of the sensitive skin were still reddened. The left cheek was covered by a quite big crimson spot, which Geoffroy squeezed lightly causing Nicolas to moan in a pain. Instead of using his hands the older boy leaned his head closer to his lover's body. Placing his face in the crack, he started kissing the bruised skin on the both cheeks and sucking it delicately. Geoffroy adored every part of Nicolas's fragile body, he worshiped the little, cute butt. His hands moved into the valley between two sweet cheeks and began spreading them, allowing the tongue to slip in between. Geoffroy never explored this area and felt incredibly horny knowing that he was about to taste Nicolas, who repositioned himself, parting his legs a little more.

Sticking out his tongue Geoffroy licked along the valley, gathering all the delicate sweat, getting closer to the place he desired so much. The burning sensation in his stomach was overwhelming as poked the opening, tasting it. He was hungry for more, reaching with his skinny fingers even deeper the boy tried to spread the hole even by a tiny bit. Just to reveal some more of the pink flesh of Nicolas's rectum. “Oh, he's so sweet!” Geoffroy thought, noticing how incredibly tight the little anus was, it seemed to ask for penetration.

The blond-haired, handsome kid licked a little more, rubbing his face against his boyfriend's bottom, lapping his tongue as hard as he could. The spit was dripping down his chin, as he kept the rimming going. Nicolas moaned hard, his little body was trembling as the waves of pleasure surged through him over and over. Nicolas's penis left a wet spot on the bed as the boy was truly aroused by the rimming, which turned his shaft into hard, leaking rod begging for more attention. As a matter of fact, he was on the edge, obsessed by the searing lust.

“G-Geoff...” Nicolas croaked, looking behind, seeing his boyfriend undressing. “Please, can you do it again?”

“I will.” Geoffroy assured his friend, sliding his own underwear, proudly presenting his erected member. “I was thinking... Can we try It? You know what I mean.” Geoffroy asked, fascinated by Nicolas's hole. He settled between the boy's legs, quickly pressing his lips against Nicolas anus once more. Nicolas remained silent, breathing heavily every time when his boyfriend's tongue tried to get inside of him, swirling, wiggling, lapping.

Lubricating two of his skinny fingers with saliva Geoffroy probed the delicate opening, pushing, slipping half of his first finger inside. He remembered how easy was it for Nicolas to cum the last time when he played with his hole and smiled seeing as boy's body twitched, responding to the soft penetration. Pressing the finger forward the blond-haired kid watched as the hole swallowed full length of it, clenching tightly. Geoffroy began drilling it to the sides, seeking for Nicolas's prostate. As soon as he touched it his little lover squeezed his cheeks together and squealed.

“I will try with two.” The boy said and retracted his finger, sniffing it and giggling a little bit. Licking both fingers he placed them in front of Nicolas's anus, smearing his spit all over the butthole. “You are really tight.”

Nicolas gasped feeling the wetness filling him again as two fingers went slowly inside, fighting all of his muscles. Geoffroy was gentle and careful, but also impatient - Nicolas tried to relax but at times some sudden pain filled him, causing all his muscles to tense up. Besides, his excitement was peaking, the flames of lust were burning his maturing penis, he wanted to grab his own shaft and masturbate. The tight walls of Nicolas's anus squeezed around Geoffroy's fingers, his insides were all slippery, but Geoffroy still pushed forward, drilling his way to the prostate. And then, when Nicolas felt that he was almost on the edge, almost ready to cum, Geoffroy removed his fingers in one sharp motion and slapped Nicolas's bruised cheeks causing the little, poor boy to groan.

“It hurts!” Nicolas cried, grasping his red buttocks.

“Nick, I want you to answer my question.” Geoffroy sputtered, preparing to slam his boyfriend's cheeks again.

“I don't know, Geoff. Your zizi is bigger than your fingers.” Nicolas explained, looking at his boyfriend's erected, leaking shaft. “I can't take it.”

“I will lick your butt for hours if needed. Just try to relax. Please. I want to do it.” Geoffroy stated in a weak voice, totally obsessed. He squeezed the boy's two perfect globes, sending another wave of pain through Nicolas's body.

“Just let me come already! I need it so bad!” Nicolas blurted out, looking angrily at his boyfriend.

“I know you need it.” Geoffroy stated, smiling viciously. “I want you to be aroused for a few more minutes as we dress up.”

“Dress up?”

“Yep.” Geoffroy replied and walked over to his closet looking for the appropriate costumes inside. “Actually, you reminded me about that. We will play the cops and robbers! Can you guess who will be the cutest little robber?”