France x Poland.doc

“Excuse me, mister.”

Francis looked up from his coffee and found himself face to face with the cutest girl he had ever seen. She had creamy, smooth skin, full rosy lips and lustrous blond hair that barely went past her chin. The best part was her eyes, twin emeralds that sparkled with youth and a certain hidden naughtiness that he entirely identified with.

His eyes traveled downwards to check what her “chest status” was and though he felt a little disappointed at first to see she didn’t have much of going on there, that was soon forgotten when he realized she was wearing a schoolgirl uniform.

“Can I help you, chérie?”

“Yes, I, like, need to get home, but I totally lost my backpack and now I have no money. Like, not one cent.”

“My, that’s terrible…”

“Felicia. My name’s Felicia. Anyways, I know this is silly, but you look really nice, and I was wondering if you could, like, you know, help me with some money for the metro? Or at least to call my parents?”

Either this young lady was coming onto him, or she was just a dumb brat who had never heard of a reverse charge call. Francis decided to go with the first option.

The girl smiled sweetly at him and he replied with his most charming smile, the one that only Arthur and Alfred seemed immune to.

“I’d love to help you Felicia, but the times are tough, you see. In this struggling economy I can’t just go giving strangers my money.”

This was the test. If the girl showed fear or confusion, he’d give her some change and let her go, on the other hand, if his impression was correct…

“Well, can I join you? Then we won’t be strangers anymore.”

Oh, yes.

It took every bit of self-control he had to stop himself from jumping in the air and running down the street singing “Votre toast”.

That little voice inside his head that stubbornly insisted on pointing out right from wrong whispered to him that it might be a bad idea to fuck a girl who was obviously underage, even if she was more than willing. As was usual, that little voice shut the hell up and made way for that more pleasant chorus that reminded him that: Immoral + Illegal = FUN².

He had another cup of coffee and bought Felicia a cup of strawberry-vanilla tea. Aside from her name, the only things she told him about herself were her age (19? Suuure…) and that she was a foreign exchange student from Poland. After that they only spoke about food, the weather and all that sort of nonsense one speaks about when trying to kill time before moving on to more entertaining activities.

He didn’t mind playing this little game. After all, a good meal must begin with hunger. And the girl played along so well. She managed to sound completely innocent and casual, though her eyes told a completely different story. She was no innocent lamb.

The sun still shone brightly in the sky by the time they were finished, still, Francis’s first words were, “Oh, my, chérie! Look at the time! I cannot let a young lady wander the streets by herself. Allow me to escort you home.”

Felicia gave him a knowing smile as she replied, “Oh, monsieur! Thank you so much!”

There was no way anyone watching them couldn’t tell what was going on, and a couple of elderly ladies sitting at the next table looked at him accusingly. Let them judge, he thought. Since when did he care what others thought of him? He placed a hand on the small of Felicia’s back and smiled for their audience as they left the café and walked towards Francis’s parked car.

They barely spoke during the rather long ride to his mansion, or even after they’d arrived. It wasn’t until Francis led her into his bedroom and closed the door behind them that he took her face in his hands and kissed her. She responded with enthusiasm, tangling her tongue with his and placing her hands delicately on his waist.

They stumbled towards the bed and Felicia stumbled onto it. She pulled off her sweater and then lay on her back to look at Francis as he stood at the foot of the bed and stripped. When he was down to his boxer briefs, he moved to kneel on the bed, right between her spread legs. Except for the sweater and her shoes, which were lying by the door, she was still fully dressed, and her pleated skirt, although short, was long enough to cover her crotch. Francis looked straight into her face and held her gaze as he reached under the fabric and slowly pulled her panties down, licking his lips as he anticipated the sweet taste of her pussy.

He finally got them off, smiling when he saw how cute they were, pink with little teddy bear designs all over them. She seemed a little anxious all of a sudden, and Francis prayed to whatever perverted god might be watching over him right now that she wouldn’t change her mind now that he was so close to taking her. He lifted the skirt and got ready to claim his prize. What he got, instead, was a little surprise.

Or more like a big surprise.

A hard surprise.

He looked up into Felicia’s face and was met with a sheepish smile.

“Uh, yeah. Listen, I kinda forgot to mention…”

“YOU’RE A BOY?!”

“Felicia” winced. “Ok, I was on the street and I, like, saw you and of course I didn’t have time to change, I mean, duh! So I just went over, and I totally know I should have said something, but …”

The boy let out a choked gasp and stared in awe as, without any warning, the man lowered his head and took the newly exposed penis into his warm mouth. He moaned and writhed on the bed as the Frenchman skillfully brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

He actually screamed in frustration when Francis pulled back, but that faded once the older man stood up and began pulling his boxer briefs down. His erection sprung free and the boy stared at it mesmerized.

“What’s your real name?”

“F-Felix.”

“Are you really 19?”

“Yes.”

“Are you really Polish?”

“Tak.”

“Is someone waiting for you at home?”

“No.”

“Good.”

And with that, the Frenchman reached down on the floor and produced a packet of condoms and a bottle of lube from his discarded clothes. He positioned himself between the boy’s legs once again and ran his tongue along his dick, his balls and his inner thighs to distract him, while using his hands to prepare him for penetration. The Pole’s whole body shook with pleasure when a finger was pushed inside of him, quickly followed by another digit. He took a deep breath and tried to hang on as the man stretched the tight ring of muscle.

Once Francis was satisfied with his job, he sat back and began preparing himself. Felix licked his lips and watched as he spread generous amounts of the lubricant over his own cock and then put on the condom.

The Frenchman then lay down beside the Pole and leaned over to claim his mouth with a deep kiss. Felix could taste himself in the other’s mouth and it made his heart race. Francis rolled them both over so that the younger man was on top of him and mumbled his orders without breaking the kiss.

“Ride me, boy.”

Felix obliged. He straddled the man’s hips and rubbed himself a couple of times against Francis’s throbbing erection, in a last attempt to tease him. He was rewarded with a guttural groan and a gentle slap on his left thigh followed by some gentle caressing. He lifted his skirt to allow Francis a perfect view of the action and finally descended upon his cock, surprising the older man when he slowly took it all in.

Francis stretched his arms over the mattress and tried to relax as much as he could as the Pole rode him frantically. This wasn’t about fucking the boy as much as it was about enjoying the view.

And what a magnificent view it was. It seemed that Felix was just as shameless as he was sweet. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as he bounced up and down, impaling himself on the man’s dick over and over again. His mouth hung slightly open and between the constant panting he would occasionally let out a shaky moan.

The moans escalated in volume as he finally reached orgasm. The Frenchman followed soon after and they both fell back on the mattress to gather their wits. Sweat covered their bodies and they were both finding it hard to breath.

Felix frowned when he looked down at himself. The whole inside of his skirt was ruined. He’d have a hard time explaining that to the others if they saw it. Not only that, the room felt extremely warm now and the fabric of his white blouse clung to his damp skin. He sat up and started unbuttoning his blouse.

“Aww, don’t do that,” Francis whined and tried to grab his white buttoned shirt. Felix slapped his hands away.

“No way, man! I’m sweating like a pig,” he said. Francis whined again but settled back on the mattress.

It wasn’t until Felix was done that he realized the man looking intently at him and pumping his dick, which was now just as hard as it had been at the beginning. Damn, the guy had stamina.

The Pole was slightly shocked, more so when he realized the sight of it made him hard as well. Francis noticed and smiled smugly. “Come on. No need to be shy now. Touch yourself.”

Felix blushed furiously, which Francis found adorable but silly considering what they’d just done not fifteen minutes ago. He hadn’t looked so shy then.

The Pole never stopped blushing and his hand shook slightly as he pleasured himself. Francis was speechless. He let the kid go on for another while before moving over him, forcing him to lie on his back. Then the Frenchman pushed his legs apart and entered him for a second time, this time without much preamble. They both groaned in unison.

Felix bit his bottom lip and continued to move his hand. He stroked himself slowly at first, but started going faster as soon as Francis’s thrusting became more frantic, matching his strokes to the accelerated tempo the older man set.

Moments later, the Frenchman threw his head back and grunted as he came. He didn’t pull out; instead, he grabbed Felix’s hand, moved it away and grabbed the young man’s erection himself, stroking it almost lovingly. The Pole grabbed one of the pillows and pressed it against his face to muffle his screams as he came too, pearly beads of semen now adorning his belly.

~*~*~

Francis parked the car just outside the train station. They sat there in complete silence for a moment as they each considered what to say. Just how did you say goodbye to someone you spent the whole night having wild sex with after knowing them for little more than an hour? “Well, thanks for the awesome fuck. Hope your ass gets better”?

Eventually, the Pole threw himself over the Frenchman and captured his lips in a hungry kiss that left him breathless. Then he straightened his clothes, ran his fingers through his hair and stepped out of the car.

“Hey,” Francis called out before the boy shut the door. He extended his arm and handed Felix a piece of paper with his phone number written on it. “Give me a call next time you need help, ok?”

“Totally,” he replied with a lopsided grin.

He winked at the older man and blew him a kiss before skipping into the building.