Le Petit Nicolas
Chapter 4 - The Troubles

One perfect school day, a sunny one, an incredible one as nothing was as it used to be before, you can imagine. The events of the past day shattered the old world and created the new one. The bond between the boys became stronger than before. They were there for each other, wanted to spend more and more time together, to share their feelings, emotions, to laugh and cheer, to support each other. Plus, hiding the fact that they were in relationship greater than friendship was an amazing fun for both of them. But also a challenge.

They could not stop themselves from smiling at each other at school, and when no one could see they were holding hands, giggling uncontrollably when someone spotted them. Behaving like kids, not teenagers, shortly speaking. Of course, they knew that they can not share their little secret with anyone, not now. Geoffroy suspected that most of the people would not care, but knew that Nicolas was a sensitive one. He did not want him to be bullied by some random punks.

The lust and tension were almost unbearable. The sweet hormones raging in their bodies made them go slightly mad. If only they could stop time and have fun, they would. This was what they wished for – to relieve themselves. Using the first long break between classes they went to the boys' bathroom and locked themselves in one of the stalls. It was hard for them to refrain from talking about what happened lately. They had to give vent to emotions, here and now. And well, boys bathroom number four was one of these less attended and quiet places in the whole school. Plus it was not stinking as bad as the other ones. A normal thing, some would say.

”I was thinking about what we were doing. Yesterday...” Nicolas whispered. Geoffroy could feel boy's warm breath on his own face. “I wanted to kiss and touch you again, just before sleep. Do you think your father will be fine with a sleepover? You could come over to my home.”

“He will say we are too old for sleepovers.” The taller boy explained, looking directly into Nicolas's eyes.

“But I want to! Not fair!” Nicolas stated, playing with Geoffroy's shirt, rubbing his faces against teenager's chest.

“Me too.” Geoffroy hugged his boyfriend tightly. “I would like to spend every second of my life with you. I miss your body, your smile, your lips, and y-your you know what.” He smirked.

“What would we do?” Nicolas placed his hands on friend's spine and slowly lowered them, grasping Geoffroy's round and soft buttocks. The strange sex urge filled his body again as they cuddled. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that Geoffroy made him feel safe or boy's familiar smell, but the whole situation made him aroused.

“We would have sex all the day. We would kiss, lay on each other, touch our penises and holes, and lick them until we can't cum anymore. And put fingers in there.” Geoffroy murmured, hugging his boyfriend tighter. Sliding his hands into the boy's pants and underwear he began stroking black-haired boy's buttocks.

“I'm hard right now.” Nicolas confessed in a low voice. “Will you come over this afternoon? We could watch some TV or play games. No stuff, my parents are home.”

“Sure thing. I'm hard as well.” Geoffroy admitted, inhaling deeply on Nicolas's scent. ”I do not know if I can wait anymore. I want to get off here. Can you lick it, please?” He pleaded. Doing such things in the public bathroom was a great risk, but his urge was too strong. The sense of guilt and doubt faded away, leaving space for dirty thoughts which filled Nicolas's mind.

“Here? Do you really want me to? Yesterday you weren't so willing.” Nicolas recalled and grabbed his friend's bulge. “Is it leaking yet?” He started massaging Geoffroy's tent, playing with it, teasing even more.

Ah, the sweet hormones! As soon as he knelt before Geoffroy he watched as the boy unfastened his pants, pulling them down along with the underwear. The exposed, throbbing member was now right in front of black haired boy's face. It seemed to look even better than yesterday, the delicate foreskin was covering the wet glans, the testicles were close to boy's body in a tight sack. Oh, how funny it was. The most popular and well-known boy in school, a dream of every girl, was begging his friend to blow him. Some people would surely pay their lunch money for the glimpse of Geoffroy's privates, but here he was – stripping in the boy's toilet.

Knowing that their time was limited Nicolas quickly leaned closer to friend's hot penis, grabbing it with his small hand. He gently slipped the foreskin down, pressing it against the base of the member, for a brief second Nicolas adored the view. Sticking out his tongue he rolled it all over the exposed member's head, wetting it even more, getting the first taste of his friend. He smiled when he felt sticky precum under his tongue as he fondled the urethra. Oh yes, Geoffroy's urethra was so different from his, a bit wider, gaping, leaking more and more juices with every moment.

“You saved the cum for me, right? You weren't playing when I left yesterday?” Nicolas asked, looking up at his boyfriend.

“You will see.” Geoffroy assured him. Grabbing the friend's head he tried to move him closer as if he wanted to encourage him to suck on more of the length. “I'm almost there... ah.. shit.” Nicolas obeyed. He swallowed half of the erected shaft and started doing the thing he liked the most, feeling that more and more of boyish juice was leaking into his mouth.

Sure thing, Nicolas did not know when and how he learned how to perform the blowjob. It seemed natural, he knew where the sensitive spots were located and how to use them. He pulled the member from his mouth and ran his wet tongue over the entire shaft, from head to the testicles. Then the massage started, Nicolas gently masturbated Geoffroy, began squeezing his scrotum, swirling the tongue around the shiny head. Geoffroy grabbed his penis and rubbed it back and forth across Nicolas's lips leaving a wet trail of pre-cum behind. Now he wanted to try something different. The thing he saw in the adult magazine a while ago.

“Come on, Nick, just slide it in once more.“

As soon as Nicolas opened his mouth Geoffroy began his penetration. Grabbing Nicolas's head, keeping him in a place he began moving his hips closer to the boy, causing his penis to delve inside. The Older boy pressed friend's head down, pushing his hardness deeper every time, meeting almost no resistance. This was not easy for Nicolas, who never expected it, he could swear he will choke anytime soon, he tried to tilt his poor head back. He wasn't able to breathe as the rapid thrusts down his throat were too fast and deep. He felt tears come to his eyes, as Geoffroy started face fucking him, using him, without remorse.

It took his boyfriend just a second, maybe two to come. His body tensed up, and an iron grip tightened on Nicolas's head when boy's throat was filling with the warm fluid. Geoffroy was retracting rather slowly, enjoying the moment, covering Nicolas's insides with his seed.

At the same time, someone came into the bathroom. Geoffroy cried silently, unable to stop the feeling of ecstasy overwhelming him. It was simply too much for him.

“Hallo? Is anybody in here?” Geoffroy recognized the voice right away and looked at the kneeling boy, whose eyes expressed horror. The boy carefully slipped his sperm covered sticky penis out of friend's mouth. Nicolas's face was red, his cheeks were wet with tears, sticky and shiny sperm was spread all over his lips. He was afraid to move and paralyzed with fear.

“Y-yeah, I-i-it's me, Geoffroy. Everything is fine.” He tried to act casually, but his voice sounded rather strange to him. It was a bit too loud, or maybe a bit too soft. He was not able to tell. “You, there, Clotaire?”

“I thought that I heard a scream.” Clotaire explained. “Did you...”

“No, I'm not sure.” Geoffroy interrupted him and added. “I have not heard anything.” The boy tried to control the situation, through a small crack in the door he noticed that Clotaire was walking to the urinals.

“Have you seen Nicolas?” Their classmate asked once more.

“No, no idea where he is.” Geoffroy grabbed his softening penis and placed it in his underwear, trying to zip his pants as quiet as possible. “Wait here. I will just get back to the class with him.” The blond-haired boy murmured into Nicolas's ear.

“So, what did you do?” Clotaire asked all of sudden. They were standing side by side, washing their hands, looking in the mirror. For some reason, Clotaire's face was full of a stupid smirk.

“Huh, what do you mean?” Geoffroy blushed, he was sure that Nicolas was hearing their strange conversation.

“You peed, right? Why don't you use a urinal?”

Geoffroy looked at Clotaire scowling. This question was just a strange one. His classmate was slightly taller than him, Clotaire had brown, short curly hair, dark eyes and a face that could belong only to him. Some said that it expressed confusion all the time – the description could not be any more specific. There was something special about him. It's not that the boy was stupid, but he sure wasn't the sharpest one either. Once, they were members of the same gang in a primary school, spending a lot of time together. Now, they were strangers as the only thing that they had in common was attending the same class. Geoffroy was not sure if he liked Clotaire, they did not talk much lately. And when they did it was the usual boring school-related topic.

“I do not feel comfortable at the urinals.” Geoffroy answered, speaking his mind.

“Okay, I understand.” Clotaire winked at him. “But it's worth a try! It's fun when someone is pissing next to you...” He explained and added. “Hey, have you heard that some kid in our class is selling weed? Like, for real.”

“What? I mean I was asked once about it. Not sure what was this about. Like, real weed?”

“You know, to smoke. I feel like some boys in our school are high all the time – just look at them.” The boy looked closely at Geoffroy as if he expected to get some answers. ”Shit, it's getting late. Will explain it to you on the way to the class.” He suggested, pointing at the door.

“Yeah, right, come on.“

As soon as both boys left the toilet Nicolas counted to ten before leaving the abandoned stall. You can't even image how was he feeling. Wiping his tears he took a deep breath, trying to relax. He wasn't a big fan of what Geoffroy just did to him, as at some moment he was close to choking. But there was no time to discuss this right now, he was left behind with some of the intrusive thoughts.

“He's only caring about himself.” Nicolas thought all of sudden, and as his arousal faded out he felt bad again, full of regret. “Why do I keep doing this? To make him happy, or to thank him for our friendship? Or... he's my boyfriend now. Does it means that we are friends no more, and every single meeting will be sex opportunity for him?” An avalanche of thoughts crushed his young mind. Halfway to the classroom, he met both classmates. They seemed to wait for him - Geoffroy looked at Nicolas, trying not to smile.

“Oh, I was looking for you.” Clotaire stated. “Ah, yeah, you have something on your lips, something white.”

“Where?“ The little boy asked. Geoffroy just rolled his eyes.

“On the lip on the bottom. What did you eat?“

“Oh, an... ice cream.” Nicolas lied, wiping remains of Geoffroy's sperm with shirt's sleeve. He could still taste it, it filled his throat and stomach.

“What?” Clotaire's face expressed confusion and concern. “But they banned all sweets. Stupid fuckers. Where did you buy it?” He asked, looking at the surprised, young boy.

“We should get going guys. We will be late.”Geoffroy interrupted them, allowing Nicolas to change the subject of the conversation. “Let's go, now.”

“Yeah, right.” Nicolas said, still peeking at his friend from time to time when Clotaire was not looking. He felt a little bit angry. This was the very first day and they were so close getting into trouble already. Just because Geoffroy wanted “something more”.

“This is one of these long days.” Nicolas thought, looking out of the window, thinking, paying no attention to the teacher.

Sufficient to say, that the boys didn't dare to go to the bathroom again, and Nicolas was trying to remain quiet for the rest of the day. He was afraid of being discovered, and what's worse he knew that Clotaire knew something, it became obvious rather quickly. The black-haired boy had to sit next to him at the last lesson and wondered if he will hear another awkward question or two.

Nicolas was one of the few who didn't like his classmate, who was a dull boy, preferring to play rather than learn, and whose jokes were never amusing ones. Despite this Clotaire liked to make them of everyone and everything, pulling yet another prank, thinking that the world revolves around him. Sure, it used to be a different story in primary school, but Nicolas started growing up while Clotaire remained a damn kid.

“So, what about them ice creams?” Nicolas heard another whisper and tried to ignore it. “Come on, you're lying. Maybe I'm stupid, but not THAT stupid. You can't smuggle the ice creams to our school. They would know. I've tried. What a mess it was.“

“I went to the shop quickly. When they weren't looking.” Nicolas explained and glanced in the direction of Geoffroy, who watched them talking.

Clotaire could say that boys were hiding something. That was obvious, but he didn't discover it until a while ago he saw Geoffroy staring at Nicolas, when the little boy was busy doing his stuff. This repeated over the course of next days. He knew what this could mean. After all, Clotaire was doing it as well but it wasn't the red sweatshirt boy, who he was attracted to. Oh no. Having a teenage crush was a nightmare, especially when he was not able to control his emotions and feelings.

“Alright.” He answered.

“Can we stop this now, please?” Nicolas asked and his classmate nodded. Till the end of the lesson no word was spoken, but the boy noticed that for some reason Clotaire was smirking, looking at both of them. Another wave of hotness swept over Nicolas's body.

“I wonder what's going on.” Clotaire thought. “Should I spy on them or just ignore the whole thing? After all, it's about Geoffroy...” He looked at his colleague and bit his lip. He adored Geoffroy, he wished to spend some more time with him, if only the blond-haired boy returned the feelings. The world could be perfect for both of them. Nicolas was not needed.

Clotaire wanted to know the truth.

***

They were walking down the street rather slowly, heading for the park. They weren't in a big rush and spent a lot of time talking, making sure that there was nobody hearing their conversation. The smaller boy quickly explained his concerns about Clotaire, he tried to convince Geoffroy that the toilet meetings may be risky, as their classmate will now surely spy on them. Nicolas trusted his instinct and this thing was now going wild, telling him that bad things will happen soon, he was a smart boy, always thinking rationally. On the other hand, Geoffroy liked to oppose him, discuss things, they were arguing just a little.

“He does not believe me. He was just smiling like an idiot looking at us. He suspects something, really. We shouldn't do this.” Nicolas stated in a low voice as they both walked inside the park. He loved this place.

“I know, but sometimes it's unbearable. Try to understand me, I'm just a guy, like you.” Geoffroy explained. “I was doing it myself a lot, and now, when I look at you I want to do it even more. Don't you feel the same?” Geoffroy asked.

“I-I do.” Nicolas confessed. ”But we shouldn't just think about sex, don't you see? Before yesterday we were also playing, talking about usual stuff, and now we are just thinking and babbling how horny we are. I'm not sure if this is a good thing.”

“Nicolas. Wait.” Geoffroy stopped, looking at his friend with a serious face. “I don't want you to feel like it's only about this stuff, and I'm not interested in hanging out. The things just happened so fast, and.. I feel like I've been attracted to you forever.” Geoffroy admitted with a shy smile. “I want to make up for the lost time.”

“You were attracted to me?” Nicolas asked, scowling as his friend looked directly into his eyes and started speaking his mind. His little heart was racing like crazy, his brain tried to understand what was going on. This was unexpected.

“I AM attracted to you. I do care about you since we were nine. You were not aware of this, and I-I was not. Realized it just yesterday.” Geoffroy paused, looking at his feet, blushing a little. ”T-that... I am your friend, because I wanted to be close to you. Remember? We were learning together, shared breakfast and often talked late night about stupid things, because I knew that you needed this.” He paused, looking at Nicolas pale face, and continued “I always stood up for you when some jerks were talking bad things. I even reported the one who was bullying you a year ago to my father, who personally kicked this kid out of school. I would do everything for you! I love you, Nick.”

Here they were, two boys standing in a park hugging each other. Nicolas could mutter a word, his throat seemed so dry, his eyes were wide open. No words, no single letter, nothing escaped Nicolas's lips ad his eyes filled with tears. He felt Geoffroy's hands on his back, they were so close once again. And it felt good.

“I'm sorry, Nick. I know we shouldn't do it. I was selfish.” Geoffroy comforted his sobbing friend, gently stroking his neck. “I wasn't able to understand my feelings, I think I was fighting them. But now... now I know that I might be gay. I'm gay and I care about you since we met. That's the truth. Sure, nobody will be happy to hear about it, but I don't care. I'm here for you, and I won't allow anyone to stand between us. Do you hear me?! Of course, I will understand if you don't want to be friends with me. I will just be really sad to see you go.”

“I... I'm not sure. How can I say I'm gay?” Nicolas asked, sniffing. His mind was racing, full of emotions and thoughts.

“I was looking at you, Nick. Yesterday. Your eyes were burning with desire. I wasn't asking you to lick my dick, but you did, and enjoyed it, right?”

Nicolas nodded.

“But, yeah. Maybe... maybe you just wanted to try it and see what is the masturbation or orgasm about. Maybe you are just curious, right? But it's not bad, right? We do not hurt each other, right? Do you care about me?” Geoffroy's voice became a bit deeper, desperate as if he was hoping for some answers.

“Well, of course, I do.”

“Are you attracted to me?” Geoffroy asked.

“You are the cutest one in the school. Everyone likes you.” Nicolas answered.

“Well, ask some boy in our class if he finds me attractive and he will call you names.” The older boy said and asked yet another question. “Do you think you love me?”

“I-I don't know...” Nicolas paused, the conversation seemed to lead nowhere and he knew it. ”I'm sorry I'm not able to tell you this right now. I'm just...”

“But yesterday you agreed we should be boyfriends, right?”

“Geoff, this is happening way too fast. I-I need to think!” He hesitated to answer, as he felt lost. His boyfriend was so grateful for him, and he, the little Nicolas wasn't able to response the same way.

“It's alright, we still have plenty of time, right? Still want to hang out?” Geoffroy tried not to show his disappointment. He expected that his friend will be more decisive, he wanted things to be as clear as possible.

“Yeah.” Nicolas felt better as soon as Geoffroy changed the subject of their conversation. “Let's watch something on the TV. Your dad still thinks that it will brainwash you?”

The blond haired boy could not figure out what was going on inside black-haired boy's head, but realized that it takes the time to accept things. After all, all his little life was turned upside down yesterday. He loved him, regardless of Nicolas's final decision. Geoffroy was Nicolas's guardian angel, and he was going to always care about this little, special boy.

He decided to wait, day or two.

***

The school principal, Monsieur Mathias was older than Geoffroy's father by just a few months. Both men seemed to be brothers as the same facial features, eyes and gestures made them look alike. Mathias was taller and a little thicker. He spoke slowly, thoughtfully, keeping his emotions in check. He was one ideal teacher. Everyone considered him a good man, he received a lot of awards and was well known as one of the best psychologists in France. Oh yes, the parents loved him, he was a man you could trust.

He was a good friend of Geoffroy's father, although only a few people knew about it. They grew up together, but their paths diverged quickly only to cross again, twenty years later. This one was of these long stories you would never hear in a casual talk.

“Do you really... I mean, do you think he was a pedophile?” Mathias asked.

Both men were standing in the doctor's office, which was dark, full of strange scent. The man was fired this morning, but Geoffroy's father still felt uneasy. He knew that his son could hide some facts, and decided to investigate the room along with school's principal. He trusted his son, but the whole thing worried him. The fact that someone could hurt Geoffroy made him furious.

“What's this?” Geoffroy's father pointed toward the ceiling, where a small, black dot was located.

“Looks like a camera.” Mathias answered casually and turned his head back to Doctor's desk, looking through boys' records and random papers covering it. He was expecting to find something useful.

“Is this enough of an evidence for you? He was recording everything. I wonder where he keeps all the footage.”

“I'm pretty sure he already took it, when he was leaving.” The headteacher assumed, looking at the upset man staring at him. “ And, I'm not sure if you should ever find it. Seeing your boy being abused...”

“Geoffroy was not molested.” Charles interrupted. “But some other kids could be. You said he worked here for over a month, doing all these things right under your nose. Why didn't you call the police today?”

The principal sighed and looked at his friend. Sure, Mathias owned him a lot, but at the same time, he was irritated by man's insistence. He remained calm about the whole thing knowing that a clear mind will bring him to some more clear solutions. And there were few.

“They want some proof, believe it or not. I could call them, and they would turn this place into a complete mess. You wanted to investigate it by yourself, right Sherlock?”

“So I have no choice and I have to wait for the evidence? Wait till some kid will confess the truth?” Charles said angrily and added. “You should allow me to see him this morning.”

“Letting you have your way with him? I don't want any dead bodies in my school. Relax. Your boy is happy. We can ask a psychologist to have a talk with him, but it's just waste of time, I guess.”

“So, what should I do?”

“If you want to know the truth speak to your son. You are his father after all.” Mathias patted Charles's should. ”Charles, you are a way better father than your was. Remember all the bad times we had with him?”

Of course, he remembered, how could he forget something so meaningful. Charles and his friend were inseparable until Charles's father caught them doing something that he called a "disgrace to the family". Then, at the age of thirteen, they were separated and Geoffroy's father was sent to a strict Catholic school, which was aiming to “fix” him.

However, the man did not know if they were successful, but he started considering his homosexual youth nothing more but a phase, something that happened in his past and wasn't a thing anymore. He quickly got married, Geoffroy has born, and soon after he met his old friend on one of many business' meetings. They did not try to re-arrange their lives. Each found his own way. Now everything was different, but despite the time passed both men remained good friends.

“I remember, I never forgave him. And now, when I want Geoffroy to be safe this happened. And you call me a good father? Imagine what would happen if my son never said a word about it.”

“I promise, this won't happen again, Charles.” His friend assured him. “Speaking of Geoffroy, I've seen your kid earlier this day. He was happy. Believe me, I have worked with some molested children and he is nothing like them. The doctor just threatened him. He and Nicolas remind me of us, when we were their age. They seem to hang out a lot and today I've seen them holding each other hands. Times changed...“

“I don't think so. Geoffroy is still young.”

“Boys are maturing faster and faster every year. Now, what would you do if he was playing with his friend the same way we did? You would be in your father's position.”

“Please, stop. Why are you insisting?”

“It's just that you said.” The man paused, trying to recall Charles exact words ”Yesterday Geoffroy went to doctor's office alone, and the man was harassing him, correct?”

The man shook his head, not understanding where the conversation was going.

“Well, according to this record.” Mathias grabbed the paper from the desk, and handed it to his friend. “Both boys were here. Nicolas and Geoffroy were called for a medical examination. Either your boy is lying or he warned Nicolas and they both fled from here.”

“Was that the proof that Geoffroy wasn't honest with speaking about the incident?” Charles thought, reading a small handwritten note. He was about to reply when he recalled his son's request from yesterday. His son invited Nicolas and asked for a privacy. Also, he gave his son a permission to invite his friends anytime he wanted. Still, he found it hard to believe that his son was not an innocent one.

“So, okay, let's say that he warned Nicolas, but Geoffroy was the one to complain. He did not want to mention Nicolas, because I could inform his parents and cause some problems.” He explained the whole thing to the headteacher, who gave him yet another funny look.

“Correct, so he does care about his friend.”

“Well, that's not a surprise, right? Your school is teaching students to be polite, helpful and to care about others.” The man sputtered and continued. “I will speak to Geoffroy today.”

“Let me know if I can help you any further.” Mathias pointed to the door and they left the office. “I will need to find some replacement now, I guess. Some sexy nurse will do, right?” He laughed.

“Do whatever you want. Your school, your decisions.”

“Your funds.” The principal interrupted him.

“Correct. The sexy nurse will do.” Geoffroy's father answered and could not help but smile.

***

The teenage boy's brain is a strange thing. Stuffed with different junk, good and bad, all sort of ideas which seem good at first. Things get only worse when you are a young gay guy with no good friends. The main problem is also a major one – you can never be sure if any of your classmates are also gay, kids prefer not to show it off, knowing that the bullying would never end. Clotaire's problem was different. He looked at the picture and clenched his eyes, feeling that the anger was only growing stronger inside him. Both boys, Nicolas and Geoffroy were standing in the middle of the park, hugging and whispering sweet words into each other ears. So he was right, and this was the proof. Clotaire hated it.

The story has some beginning, of course. Clotaire noticed his desire a little over a year ago, when hormones began to rage in his maturing body. At first, he tried to fight it and wondered why this certain boy was so attractive. Was it his wealth, popularity, or just his beauty? Or maybe curiosity concerning certain features of Geoffroy's body? The more he was fighting his urges the stronger they were becoming.

He was looking at him all the time, just the way Geoffroy looked at Nicolas. He was dreaming of his classmate, masturbating, thinking about spending a single day with him. Wishing to touch him, hold his hand, play games together. The tension inside him was growing with every day, filling his young mind with ideas of how to seduce his lover. And now everything seemed lost.

“What would you do If I kissed you all of sudden?” Clotaire asked himself, looking at Geoffroy's photo.

He knew that the boys probably shared some special feeling, that they were engaged in some form of relationship, but Clotaire wasn't going to give up. Especially now, knowing that in our perfect world you can achieve anything using either force or money. He realized that they were just ordinary horny teenagers - just like him. Sooner or later they will make a mistake, which he was going to use it against them. He needed to be patient, but his obsessed mind worked against him. Once in a while, he imagined how easy would it be to use an opportunity, kidnap Geoffroy. Beat him up and show him who is the master and who is the slave. If only he had one, he was ready to risk everything for this sweet dream of his. For the little guy called Geoffroy, his Geoffroy.

“Why do you like him? Why, Geoff? You are so cute. My little Geoffroy. What's so special about this little fag? Nicolas is a dick.” Clotaire kept repeating, squeezing his fists. Jealousy filled him when he realized that Nicolas can touch and play with Geoffroy's body anytime he wants. That he can hug, kiss him, and cuddle with the older boy. And Geoffroy was happy with it.

“I want you. I want you now.” He murmured, browsing Geoffroy's pictures hidden deep inside his phone. Clotaire often imagined that his collection was even bigger, including Geoffroy's nude photos, in various poses and situations. He wondered how Geoffroy looks like naked. Sure enough, he knew that his lover started puberty already. “But what about cum? Can you cum yet?”

“I can't wait to see you...” He zoomed in Geoffroy's face, so that it filled the entire screen. He stood in front of it and unbuttoned his pants, stroking hard the bulge hidden in his underwear. He was beginning yet another of his masturbation session. It happened every few days when the urge was too strong to resist. Once again he imagined that boy of his dreams lies on the bed, begging for attention. He only wished to touch Geoffroy's skin just like Nicolas did.

He liked to visit chat for teenage gay boys and while the cybersex was arousing him like nothing before he also made there a few new friends, with whom he liked to share his discoveries. They knew that he adores his classmate and they asked him several times for single photo of this cutest boy in a whole school. Of course, they were curious.

Clotaire just printed one of his favorite boy's photos and started masturbating over it, imagining that his penis touches Geoffroy's skin and lips. This was something satisfying, something he loved, he stared into Geoffroy's eyes and kept stroking himself. At this moment he would give his life for a single night beside him. The thought that some other random perverts will also masturbate looking at the cute picture made him even hornier. That was why he printed it. He wanted to cum on it, take a picture and send it to all his trusted online friends.

“Ahh.” As soon as he reached orgasm he squeezed his own testicles and watched as the photo was slowly covering with more and more of his sperm, painting it white. A true masterpiece.

“Guys, I have got a surprise for you!” He wrote on the chat, attaching the freshly taken photo.

They loved it, the whole pedophile ring enjoyed one boy cumming over a picture of another one. Plus they kept providing him with the suggestions how to make his dream come true. They were all the same, full of corruption. And they were making sure that Clotaire becomes one of them. After all, the life was about having fun. This was what they believed. He agreed with them, plus he considered his existence a simple one, he was having just a single target, preparing to complete it fully. And so there was also his plan, which started forming inside his sick mind.

Clotaire smiled. He saw it all, his imagination was a great one. How could he not smile if he saw Nicolas on his knees, begging for mercy? Oh, and Geoffroy, on all four, waiting to be fucked, these were the visions that inhabited his brain this evening, getting stronger as he chatted with other people. They were feeding him, assuring that he was full of power and that he should use it. He believed in all of this, he believed that his dream will come true. A true monster awakened inside him, he became the person who was not afraid of anything, who was promised a great prize. Clotaire knew that nothing could stop him. It was only a matter of time. He was a predator and they were nothing but stupid sheep. Losing was not an option.