Page 54 of Under the Shade of the Sycamore

“You’re amazing,” I whispered as my eyes fell lower. His cock stood out stiffly. He was uncut. My mouth watered at the sight.

His hands went to cover his groin. I glanced up with confusion.

“My balls are saggy,” he whispered in shame. “Surely now that you have seen my old man body you’re—”

“I’m hungrier for you than I’ve ever been for anyone else I’ve ever seen,” I told him as I gently eased his hands from his crotch before falling to my knees. “I love the gray amid the dark hair.” I rubbed my cheek against his pubes. He gasped aloud, hips rocking slightly. Your cock is beautiful, your balls are so plump, and I want to taste them. Both of them. I want to lick every inch of you because you’re so fucking hot to me.”

“Mon Dieu,” he sighed when I took his cock in my hand. The tip was glossy with precum I desperately needed to taste. My tongue darted out to gather a droplet as it appeared. “Kinder you are too lovely. My mind is…ah gods above.”

Whatever he was saying fell away as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. Salty glory exploded on my tongue. Mad for more I began to suck, hard, rabidly, my fingers biting into his thighs. He groaned softly, his gaze touching on mine.

“If I die this day this is the sight that I wish to perish to,” he whispered as he cradled my face in his hands. I moaned around his cock, swallowing more of him down until I gagged and had to pull off.

“Sorry, fuck, I…I’ve never done—”

“Shh, you are a rare delight. What you are doing is divine. Come up from the floor, please.”

I gave his cock another lick then rose. His fingers shook as he undressed me, tossing my clothes to a small dog bed exactly like his grand one sitting in the corner. I did my best not to comment on the tiny canopy bed or poke fun. I had other more pressing things to pay attention to at the moment. Like the fact Claude was now grasping my dick, his hands rough but warm as I stepped out of my jeans and underwear.

“Such a fat cock. It will fill me so beautifully.” He gave me a stroke. A shudder ran through me before my balls drew up.

“Stop, stop…I…I’ll shoot.” I placed my hand over his.

“Perhaps the would be for the best.” He placed his left hand on my chest then gave me a soft shove. Back into the bed I fell, the mattress welling up around me as the aroma of honeysuckle rose from the duvet. “It will be more important for me to last as my stamina is nothing compared to yours I am sure.”

“I want us to come together,” I said, reaching for him like a greedy toddler asking for cookies.

He smiled then nodded as he climbed over me, sliding up over my chest like a snake before latching onto a ruddy nipple. My back bowed from the bed. He tugged gently on the tight nub then moved to the other, laving it, nipping at it as he held his body just inches above mine.

Wild with want I grabbed his hips and tugged. His lower half met mine with a slap of flesh to flesh. Cock to cock.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck I…this is…” I blinked up at him lost in the sensations of his prick gliding over mine. “I’m going to come.”

“Then come for me, Kinder. I will join you, sweetheart. I’ve not had a man in my bed since my divorce,” he confided then slid a hand between our bellies to take both of us in hand. My sight stayed on his handsome face.

“I’ve never been with anyone ever…so shit…shit that feels so good,” I panted, fingers now digging into the duvet as he started to work us with long, tight strokes. “Fuck. I…Claude that…shit so close.”

“Same for…me, ah damn it is…glorious,” he huffed, gave our cocks a squeeze, and let his head drop to rest his brow on mine. I pumped upward. Just the once. And then I blew apart, coating his hand with spunk that mingled with his cum just a second or two later. He cried out something in French about God but other than Dieu I had no clue. Not that I would have deciphered it even if I spoke fluent French as my brain was leaking out my dick at the moment. Panting like a bellows my muscles went slack. Claude fell on top of me, his breath ragged, his body limp. Our cocks oozed and kicked as I placed a hand to his back to lock him into place while I found his lips. He opened for me with a sigh of contentment that warmed me to the core.

“I’m sorry I came so fast,” I whispered when the kiss ended. His gaze was lax as he stared at me then snickered.

“I came just as quickly.” He stole a soft kiss then wiggled to my side once my hand slid from his back to flop to the bedding as he wiped his hand on the corner of the duvet.

“Madame Beauchene will not be pleased about the need to freshen the bed again. She just did so yesterday,” he said then snuggled into my side, his lips trailing tiny kisses along my bicep before he buried his nose into the hair under my arm. “So manly.”

“Is that the name of your housekeeper?” I asked, rather proud I could conjugate words into an understandable sentence. I’d never come that hard.

“Mm, yes, she is the cook and the housekeeper. Lives in the village. Lovelyn woman. Very tidy, makes the best onion soup you will ever taste.”

“I’ve never had onion soup.” I traced his shoulder with the tips of my fingers as he curled into my side like a cat. “I’d like to try it.”

“Then we shall have it some night,” he vowed as his bearded cheek came to rest on my pectoral, his soft cock pressed into my hip, and his hand dancing like a skipper over a pond along my belly. “I was praying you would come to me.”

I let that sink in. “You could have come to me,” I replied, fingertips gliding over soft, moist skin.

“No, that would have been too pushy for me in the eyes of the world. I longed to do so but the show, and the school, and Soline strongly advised against it. The power had to be yours to wield. If you left after the show for America then that was your decision. If you came to me that also your choice.” He lifted his cheek from my chest to look at me. “You understand, yes? Chasing you would have been seen as creepy but you came to me. Your decision empowered you. I thank God for it, Kinder, for my days here alone were unpleasant to say the least.”

“I will always choose you. Always. I’d search the world to find you.”