Fabien, Part 3

Fabien

Fabien, Malik and I walked back in the direction of the hotel. I walked behind my new French friends. I admired their still shirtless backs. Malik wore white, loose-fitting shorts. Fabien’s tight short shorts were in black and clung to his every curve as he walked. They were having a conversation in French that I obviously couldn’t follow. Judging by their tones and body language it seemed like Malik was trying to convince Fabien of something.

I didn’t really mind being excluded from their conversation as I admired every rippling muscle in Fabien’s back, his ass moving around in those tight shorts as he walked and the majesty of his legs. I looked forward to spending this warm day in the presence of this hunk. It would make for a good way to say goodbye before I continued my adventure in Cannes.

At some point, Fabien turned around to me to excuse himself as he had to make a phone call. Now Malik and I were walking in front. I had remembered from the night before that Malik’s English was minimal.
“Justine is help?”
“Yes!”, I said enthusiastically, happy that he had just successfully communicated a sentence.
“Justine was great”, I responded, giving Malik a thumbs up.
Malik nodded and smiled. He was sexy.

“How do you know… Guillaume and Benoît?”, I tried.
“Yes”, Malik answered. “Guillaume and Benoît.”
He hadn’t understood. I nodded as I thought of a different approach.
“Who is Guillaume?”
He nodded as if he understood but then looked down to the road. I feared we wouldn’t be able to have any more of a conversation. I heard Fabien behind me, still talking on the phone in his beautifully melodic French.

Malik showed me the football he was carrying.
“Guillaume, Benoît, Fabien, Malik. Team.”
“You play soccer together? I mean, football! How cool!”
I smiled. He smiled back. Thankfully Fabien appeared in between us and we had our bilingual friend back.

We arrived at Guillaume’s house which was just outside of town. Fabien opened the gate. We walked around the cute little house to a backyard with a small above ground pool. There were trees all around, making it quite the private little place.

Benoît

I noticed a young man in just some squarecut trunks, lounging on a chair. He looked up and smiled as he saw us. His body was trim and muscular. He was the shortest out of all of us. His compact body was kind of sexy. His skin was pale and hairless. All three of us got the two kisses on the cheek. He introduced himself to me as Benoît.
“You say Ben. Ben is easy, yes?”, he asked.
I smiled. He was trying to help me.
“Thanks.”

Just then, another man walked out of the house, followed by many French exclamations. Guillaume was the tallest French person I had seen so far, maybe just short of 6 foot (180cm). His dirty blond hair and dimples when he smiled made him very attractive to me. Notably, he was also just wearing his underwear, a pair of white briefs. His long, slim body was muscular and sexy. Fabien was still by far the sexiest of these four boys, but Guillaume would make a good second.

It suddenly occurred to me that this was going to be a very sexy afternoon and possibly evening. I also realized I was the only one not in a state of undress. This, however, didn’t take long.

We were each given a cold drink in a bottle, which tasted like a beer with some fruit in it. It was quite nice. I took off my T-shirt and laid in the grass in just my shorts. I watched Fabien spray sunblock all over himself and licked my lips. He handed me the spray.
“Thanks”, I said as he sat down next to me.

Guillaume

Suddenly I noticed Guillaume sliding down his underwear and diving into the pool naked. All the other guys also looked up and chuckled. He seemed quite casual about it. And so did the others. Benoît and Malik sat on lounge chairs and continued chatting. Fabien finished applying sunblock. I quickly glanced at Guillaume’s flaccid, uncut cock and it was definitely a nice size.

“I have question for you”, Fabien suddenly said.
Guillaume was sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs wide open, the sun making his wet body sparkle.
“Ask!”, I told Fabien, trying to be casual, even though I started to get an erection.
“I come to Cannes with you. Is OK?”
I was stumped. I hadn’t seen that coming.
“Uhh… Sure!”
“I think is good for translate, no?”
“Oh absolutely!”
“In big city like Cannes more people know English, I think. But… I can help. You is my friend.”
He smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Thanks, Fabien. That means a lot.”
He came in for a hug, as I felt his warm upper body touch mine. My cock twitched. Now I really had to lay down on my stomach. Fabien told me he had already made the phone calls to make sure he had a week off work.

Malik

It didn’t take long for Malik to also take off his shorts and underwear and go for a dip. His cock was circumcised. He had a trimmed, but substantial bush. Guillaume and Malik played with the ball in the pool, using only their heads to make the ball go back and forth.

Fabien turned to Benoît, who was still in the lounge chair, and said something in French. Benoît laughed and shook his head. I was guessing Fabien was making fun of Benoît. Fabien turned back to me.
“Ben, he always…”
“No!”, Benoît interrupted.
Fabien laughed.
“Is no true, Kane!”
“Yes, is true!”, Fabien insisted.

It didn’t take long for Guillaume and Malik to get involved as well as the conversation turned back to French. Benoît was clearly being mocked, but I didn’t know what for until Fabien turned back to me and explained while the other three boys continued talking.

“We are in football team”, Fabien explained, unaware that Malik had already told me, “and every time in the shower, Ben… he…”
Fabien clenched his fist and showed me his forearm.
“He gets a boner?”
“Yes!”
“Every time?”
“Yes!”
I chuckled.
“Every time he get naked. So we say he can go swim if he want. Is OK for you, yes?”
“Of course! I don’t care!”

I lied. I cared. I was eager to see it.
“He is embarrass… You say is OK”, Fabien encouraged me.
“It’s OK, Ben!”, I said, “I don’t mind.”
Everyone except Benoît laughed.
“You tell him?”, he asked Fabien incredulously.

Benoît

Eventually he begrudgingly got up and slid down his underwear. In a matter of seconds his cock grew into a beautifully thick erection. It pointed right to sky, completely rigid. I felt my own cock twitch in my shorts. Benoît walked to the pool as his cock swayed back and forth and he got into the pool.

Fabien and I watched the three guys play in the pool for a while. I finished my drink and was looking forward to another. With all three of the naked bodies submerged and through sheer willpower, I got my cock to go down. I got up.
“I’m going to get another drink, do you want anything?”
“Yes, I will join.”
Fabien asked the other three if they wanted another drink and they all said yes.

Fabien and I walked into the house. It wasn’t very big, but it was nice and cool. The interior was quite basic, but it still looked like a nice home. Fabien directed me to the kitchen. I saw many more of the fruity beer bottles and took out five.
“You have fun today?”, Fabien asked.
“Yes”, I replied, “they’re great guys.”
“If, uhm…”, he started.
Fabien looked down as he held three beer bottles and I held two. He was not yet making his way back.
“If you don’t feel good to swim like the others, is OK. I also keep this on. For you.”

I smiled. Fabien didn’t want me to be the only one to not be naked, in case I felt uncomfortable to. While, in fact, I was looking forward to also jumping in the pool, and I didn’t want to get my shorts or underwear wet, but I was worried about getting an erection.
“No, that’s OK”, I said.
“Yes? We also play?”
He seemed happy.
“Of course!”

Fabien

Fabien and I walked back out and handed out the beers. Benoît, Guillaume, Malik and I clinked our bottles together when I realized we were missing one. I turned and saw Fabien, holding his beer in one hand, sliding his shorts and underwear down in one go with the other. I bit my lip as I saw his beautiful body completely exposed. He already had a tanline of what must have been Speedos. His uncut cock looked medium sized and delicious.

Fabien jumped into the pool. No-one really looked my way as I slid down my own shorts and underwear. My cock was at least at its semi stage, but still sort of pointing down. I climbed into the pool and we cheersed one last time.
"Santé!”
“Tchin tchin!”
“Cheers!”, I said. The guys repeated it.

I had such a fun afternoon. As the drinks flowed, I became less aware of everyone’s nudity, even though Benoît remained rock hard throughout the day. The guys became more physical as the more intoxicated they became, the more they started hugging each other and me after each joke.

I was following less of the conversation though. Benoît had spoken English pretty well at first, but he only spoke French now. Fabien still tried, but I had a harder time making sense of it.

Pizzas were delivered and it stayed light and warm out for so long. We sat around the table talking, and I had a good time even though I wasn’t always following the conversation. Guillaume was the first to pass out. His head fell back and he started snoring. Malik put some pizza crust in his open mouth and it didn’t wake him up.

Malik

I woke up the next morning on the couch in Guillaume’s house. There was snoring all around me. It was a large corner sofa and I saw both Benoît and Malik sleeping right next to me. Benoît was laying on his side and had a towel wrapped around himself. Malik was sitting up and was still naked. His morning wood was hard to miss. His thick, veiny cock made me lick my lips.

My own cock was rock hard as well, as it was every morning. I found my clothes in a big pile in the living room. I put them on. My phone, still in the pocket of my shorts, said it was 9.00. I wanted to get back to the hotel. It was time to pack, check out and get on the road to Cannes.

I heard more snoring coming from a different room. I quietly opened the door. Guillaume was on a bed, spread eagle. His large cock pointed straight to the ceiling. There was no arguing, out of the French guys he had the biggest cock. My own may have been a similar size.

I still hadn’t found Fabien. I closed the bedroom door again. I found Fabien in the kitchen, wearing just his underwear.
“Good morning!”, he said.
“Good morning”, I replied.
“Was fun day, no?”
“Very!”

Guillaume

Fabien immediately caught on that I wanted to pack and get ready for the trip to Cannes. He had no issue waking the other guys up to say goodbye. They each gave me two kisses. Both Malik and Guillaume poked me in the hip with their erect cocks as they hugged me while naked. Ironically, Benoît’s seemed soft. I promised to make a stop back in Vézelay before going home.

Fabien got dressed and walked me to the hotel. Then he went to his own place to pack. In less than an hour he called to say that he was in the lobby, all ready to go. He wore a black T-shirt and very short white shorts. As he sat down next to me in the rental car, I couldn’t stop glancing down at his tan, thick thighs.

Fabien and I made a quick stop at this mall that had a big supermarket. We got ourselves some food and drinks for the road.
“I am so happy you are coming with me”, I told him once we were on the highway.
It was so much more fun to have a companion. It really felt like a road trip.
“I am happy I come as well”, he replied.

We talked about if I was nervous meeting my father (not yet, but possibly later), if Fabien had been to Cannes before (he hadn’t, he said it’s quite an expensive destination) and about Fabien’s parents (still together, 30 years of marriage). But in the second hour of our trip I noticed Fabien was dozing off.

He looked so adorable as he slept next to me. A bottle of vitamin water laid loosely in his hand. His legs fell open more and more as his body became fully relaxed and limp. I had to stay focused on the road, but I wished I could look at him more now that he wouldn’t be able to catch me ogling him.

Apart from being an absolute hunk of a man, he was also so very sweet.
“It make me happy to help you find Papa”, he’d said the day before, always with the stress on the second ‘pa’.

Fabien

I was having quite the crush on Fabien. Apart from him taking such good care of his looks and body, I had yet to find any indication that he was into men. I honestly wasn’t sure how to judge his interactions with his friends. I didn’t know anyone who was so casual about nudity. Most likely a cultural difference. I just couldn’t draw any conclusions about his sexuality.

Fabien woke up after about an hour.
“Oh. Sorry”, he said when he realized he’d fallen asleep.
“No problem”, I said.
“Want to make a stop?”, he proposed. “Maybe I drive a few hours?”
“Oh, that’s nice of you”, I said.

I stopped at the next gas station. We got out. Fabien needed to use the restroom and I wandered around the little shop. I bought a coffee from the machine and waited at a high table for Fabien to come back. A few truckers hung out at the tables next to me.

Fabien found me and leaned forward on the table.
“Still feel a little bad from the drinking”, he said.
He pointed at his head.
“Oh, I’m sorry”, I said. “I can drive more.”
“No, is OK”, he insisted.

A man and a woman passed us as they exited the shop. They were young. The man was pretty built, the woman had a curvy figure.
“Beautiful couple”, Fabien whispered after the door fell shut.
I smiled. He was right.

“Do you have girlfriend?”, he asked me as he stared outside.
I was surprised by the question.
“N-no”, I said.
“Me too”, he said.
I was just looking for the words to say to come out. But Fabien kind of beta me to it.

“I only have girlfriends, but now I feel like I could have boyfriend also. You know?”
I nodded.
“Like, bisexual?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe. I think is something I like to try.”
I smiled. I kind of got my answer. He suddenly turned to me with a worried look on his face.
“Sorry if is a bad thing for you.”
“No, not at all!”, I said.
He thought I was offended.
“Oh, good.”
He seemed relieved. I opened my mouth to tell him I was gay.
“Ready to go?”, he asked as he started walking towards the exit.

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