Tom’s New Life
Chapter 11
It was a week until Christmas and Tom had already received a couple of photos of the lads, in a line with their speedos pulled down to their knees, arms around each other’s shoulders, proudly showing off their trimmed cocks, on a sandy beach, the deep blue Caribbean Sea and a couple of naked sunbathers stretched out behind them. Phil had messaged, asking to be picked up at Toulouse airport on the 23rd, he’d managed to get the last two tickets at some extortionate rate from Heathrow and would be staying for the new year as well, to make the trip cost effective he’d explained.
It was Friday and Marie would be around soon, Tom decided to go out in the dingy for an hour or so, mainly to avoid conversation, he was still embarrassed about her seeing him wanking and shooting his load, although he had to admit, she did look rather sexy in her flowing skirt, apron and revealing top and wondered what she would be like in bed, filthy, he imagined. Tom filled a flask of coffee and went down to the dingy, wishing he had some binoculars to see the various birds that were nesting around the shore of the lake, perhaps when he went to pick up Phil he’d buy some then. Although not cold, Tom had decided on joggers and a hoodie as there was a slight breeze and might be cold out on the lake. The outboard engine fired with two pulls of the starter rope and emitting clouds of smoke, settled into its phut phut phuting sound, indicating he could gently open the throttle and move out onto the lake. He headed towards the village first, where on the small headland beach, Mr and Mrs Bouvier waved and shouted something, all Tom making out was “Mister Tom”, he waved back and had to look twice, as they both appeared to be stark bollock naked, her tits bouncing as she waved and his massive cock swinging from side to side as he waved. He continued on his tour passing the huts, cottages, and houses lining the shoreline, where many the occupants were out in their gardens, all waving with a “Bonjour Mister Tom,” everyone appeared to know who he was, although having never met any of them. At the village jetty he turned and headed back via the islands, stopping at the one he hadn’t stopped at before, for some coffee. He switched off the motor and let the dingy drift taking in the calmness and silence as he sipped the hot coffee when he heard a giggle and rustle coming from the island, then silence again. He finished his coffee and was just about to start the engine when he heard “ “Oui, Oui, moi aussie” and a gasp, through a gap in the bushes two 18 or so young guys were in the throes of wanking each other off, both clothed but with their shorts pulled down to their knees. Tom watched as they both shot ropes of spunk, vigorously wanking each other’s hard cocks, presumably not aware of Tom’s presence. Tom pulled the starter cord and the engine came to life, the two young guys startled, looked towards Tom and immediately ducked down out of sight. Tom headed back to the cottage passing a small inflatable dingy tied up on the other side of the island, Dom had been right about the islands being a place for the youngsters to explore their sexuality.
Tom had been slightly turned on by the lads on the island, reminiscing about his own sexual awakenings at that age, his cock had reacted with a half lob on, remembering wanking off with an 18 year old neighbour in his shed, for the first time, one wet summer afternoon. He thought he might deal with it when he got back, hoping Marie would have gone. He tied up the dingy and walked up to the cottage, fuck he thought, as he heard voices coming from inside the cottage, she must still be here. Entering the kitchen, Marie was in her coat ready to leave, beside her a tall good looking Gendarme in a tight blue, short sleeved uniform shirt, tight dark blue trousers and motorcycle boots, his riding helmet in his left hand. “ Ah Monsieur Tom you is now here” cried Marie, turning and saying something in French to the Gendarme, looked at Tom “ Is here Remy, village Gendarme, here for you to know” waved and left.
“ Bonjour Monsieur Tom, I am Remy, the local Gendarme, just thought I’d drop in to say hello and introduce myself I’ve heard a lot about you” he said in surprisingly good English, although with a strong French accent. “Bonjour Remy, Je suis Tom, nice to meet you, would you like a coffee?”
“That would be very nice, merci, sans lait et sucre please” he replied, his voice sounding sexier every time he spoke. “Take a seat, you can put your helmet down on the stool in the corner” suggested Tom fiddling with the cafetiere. Tom turned his head and watched as Remy bent down to put his helmet on the low stool, Remy’s very tight trousers stretching across his ass to clearly reveal the outline of the briefs he was wearing under his uniform trousers. The lines spreading half way across each ass cheek to his waist, indicating that they were probably Tanga briefs, he sat down, legs wide apart displaying a perfectly shaped bulging crotch, that looked as though it was encased in a cricket box. Tom’s half lob was now it bit closer to being a full on erection, pleased he’d decided to wear briefs under his joggers……
To be continued….
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