Capitulu XIV. Rivalità
It had been almost a week since the holidays ended. It was Friday, and Antonu and I had not spoken or exchanged more than a stern gaze since our last encounter.
He was visibly still mad at me, and although I couldn’t stop thinking about him and fought the urge to apologize, I knew I did nothing wrong by sleeping with Polo. Antonu didn’t own me, and he couldn’t own me until I could own him back. I was not going to be a little bitch for a straight guy with a girlfriend.
I arrived a couple of minutes late on Literature class and the teacher threw me a death stare. I was one of her best student (if not the best) so she just exhaled and said nothing while I sat at my usual spot, next to Antonu. He didn’t look my way, he didn’t have to, but I felt his whole body tense up as our shoulders almost touched, his presence next to mine both chilling and familiar.
His scent. It smelled like home for me now, I was used to it and craving it at the same time, and yet I knew I’d have to wait to get more than a faint whiff of it. I’d have to wait for him to realise that he craved me as much as I craved him, that neither of us could fight it.
When class was finally over, Antonu put his stuff back in his bag without even looking my way once. He darted towards the door and walked away with Gianlucca, leaving me with a bitter taste.
When I pushed the living room’s door in my house, I was met with the sight of my parents chatting on the sofa. They immediately fell silent when they noticed me and threw each other’s awkward glances, avoiding eye contact with me.
“Max, can you please come and sit with us?” Dad said, patting the cushion next to him. I sighed and dropped my bag against the sofa before sitting with them.
“So, uh… your mother and I wanted to talk to you about something.” Dad began, seemingly uneasy.
“Should I be worried?” I asked, disturbed by their weird behaviour.
“No, not at all.” Dad answered, shaking his head. “We don’t want to intrude, and we respect that you’re entitled to your privacy, but we were wondering if we could talk about something with you.”
“Sure, go for it.” I answered hesitantly, wondering what exactly they had just discovered about me.
“We were wondering if Yanis and you were, uh… more than just friends?” Dad eventually asked.
“Oh?” I responded, letting a chuckle escape me. “No, no we’re not more than just friends. He’s very much straight.” I added, an amused smirk on my face.
“Oh…” Mom uttered, sounding confused.
“But I’m not.” I confessed, looking at her and then turning to Dad. “I’m not straight.”
“You’re not?” Dad asked, turning to Mom with a worried glance.
“No, I’m gay. I came out to Yanis this summer, and to Clément a few weeks ago. My classmates know too.”
“But then… why didn’t you tell us?” Mom asked, sounding a little hurt. I shrugged, unsure what to answer.
“I don’t know, I guess I would have, eventually, I didn’t feel the need to.”
“You know we love you regardless, right?” Dad said, a faint smile on his face.
“Yes, I wasn’t worried, I just… I don’t know… I don’t have a boyfriend or anything, so it didn’t feel like a big deal.”
“Of course it’s not.” Dad nodded, throwing a quick glance to Mom. “Well, if you want to talk about anything, just know that we’re here and we support you.”
“Thank you, Dad.” I answered. “Was that all you wanted to talk about?” I inquired, throwing them both hesitant glances.
“Yeah I uh…” He answered, turning to Mom. “I think that was all.”
“Okay, well see you later then.” I answered, getting up and grabbing my bag before heading back to my bedroom.
The next week was a blur, and nothing really changed between Antonu and me. I caught sight of him kissing his stupid girlfriend in the courtyard more than once and quickly looked away each time, trying not to let it get to me.
But it did.
It wasn’t just disgust anymore; his tongue slipping into her mouth now made me angry.
I knew it was fucked up. He’d been dating this bimbo long before anything ever happened between us. Still, I couldn’t help but feel like she was taking something from me. And the more I saw her with him, the more I started hating her for it.
Meanwhile, Polo and I texted constantly. I wasn’t sure if it was his seductive charm, my horniness, the desire to get Antonu out of my system, or some toxic mix of all three, but I actually wanted to be with him again.
Polo made up a work excuse for Hannah and suggested we spend the weekend in Porto-Vecchio.
I was with Yanis, Marion, Julien, and Saveria when he arrived. It was Yanis’ big day, introducing Saveria as his girlfriend to our friend group, and I was both nervous and excited for him. I knew the news would spread fast, and that eventually her parents would hear about it, but they seemed to have accepted the risk. They didn’t want to live under a Damocles sword any longer.
I admired his bravery. No matter what he thought of me, I knew I wasn’t nearly as bold or mature as he was. I wouldn’t have been able to handle the pressure and stress like he did.
“I’m here,” Polo texted, just as we were bowling at the game center in Lecci, right past the Osu bridge.
I stepped outside to meet him and found him leaning casually against his car, sunglasses on, wearing an elegant green shirt tucked into fitted grey trousers. He smirked the second he saw me and flashed me his signature cocky smile.
He glanced around quickly as I approached, then grabbed a handful of my ass and leaned toward my ear, whispering:
“This is what I drove three hours for.”
“You pig!” I laughed indignantly, shaking my head as I pushed him away.
He winked without a hint of apology. I nodded for him to follow me back inside, smiling to myself at his shamelessness.
“Guys, this is Polo, a friend I met in Ajaccio with my brother.” I said as we rejoined the group at the bowling lanes.
“Hey, everyone!” Polo said, greeting them with kisses on the cheek, charming as ever.
But when he turned to Yanis, there was a slight shift. Yanis forced a polite smile and offered a handshake instead, skipping the usual cheek kiss. He threw a glance my way, clearly unsure what to make of Polo.
If Polo noticed anything, he didn’t show it. He was soon chatting with everyone, quickly winning them over, careful not to behave in any way that would raise suspicion.
Still, whenever he passed by me, Polo would rest his hand on my lower back, or brush his fingers against my side as he spoke, every subtle touch calculated, but natural enough to go unnoticed.
Except Yanis did notice, of course. He knew who Polo really was, and he couldn’t help but frown, almost imperceptibly, every time his hand lingered on my skin.
Suddenly, the Lazer Game door opened, and Yanis and I froze.
Gianlucca walked out, laughing as he turned to speak to his friends, Ugo, Antonu, and three other rugby guys. But then he spotted us. He stopped in his tracks, the smile falling off his face like a mask.
For a second, I hesitated. The last thing I wanted was another confrontation; Saveria, Yanis, Gianlucca, all of us thrown into some chaotic shouting match in front of everyone. It felt inevitable. But then, unexpectedly, Gianlucca just shook his head with that trademark contempt of his and walked past us, sulking, snubbing us entirely.
I blinked. That wasn’t like him. For someone who usually lost his shit the second something didn’t go his way, his restraint was... unsettling.
But Antonu didn’t share that restraint. His eyes caught mine, cold, unreadable, and he walked straight toward us.
“What’s up, guys? Who won?” Julien asked brightly as Antonu and the others approached.
“We did.” Antonu replied, nodding toward Ugo and Gianlucca, while the other three rugby players just rolled their eyes and chuckled.
“It was very close!” One of them threw in, clearly lying.
Antonu shook his head, amused, and greeted Yanis with a cordial, distant handshake before turning to Polo with a faint frown.
“This is Polo.” Julien said. “Max’s friend from Ajaccio.”
Polo stepped forward, smiling and extending his hand.
“Hey. Nice to meet you.”
My heart skipped a beat. Antonu’s expression shifted in an instant, he looked at me with something raw and unmistakable. Outrage. Fury. Even the others must have felt it radiate off him. Then he turned back to Polo, letting his hand hang in the air a second too long before finally shaking it with obvious reluctance.
“Polo, huh?” He repeated, forcing a smile that couldn’t have fooled a toddler. “Well, enjoy your time in Porto-Vecchio.”
He might as well have said watch your back.
Everyone exchanged confused glances, but no one said a word.
“Uh... thanks.” Polo replied, letting out a low chuckle before turning to me with a smirk that couldn’t decide if it was amused or uneasy.
Antonu turned on his heels and walked away without another word, his crew following behind him like shadows.
I exhaled, relieved, bitter, angry at myself. I hadn’t known Antonu would be there. But still, part of me knew this would happen eventually. Trouble had a way of finding us no matter how hard I tried to avoid it.
After the bowling game, I walked with Polo to his car, Yanis throwing me one last worried glance as he stayed behind with Saveria.
“Can we go back to your place?” Polo asked as I slammed the passenger door shut.
“No, my parents are there. But I know somewhere private.” I replied, pulling keys from my pocket and jingling them with a mischievous smirk.
About ten minutes later, Polo parked near the nautical base. It was November now, and the place had been closed since Halloween, no one wanted sailors freezing to death if they fell in the water.
Since I was an assistant trainer and a local kid, I had a spare set of keys in case something needed to be handled during the off-season. I unlocked the main hall where we stored the sails and gear, and Polo followed me inside.
The space was dimly lit, daylight fading through the plexiglass skylights overhead, but it was perfect for what we were about to do. I grabbed two large catamaran sails and unrolled them on the floor, layering one over the other. Then I turned to Polo with a satisfied grin.
He stepped forward, grabbed me by the hips, and pulled me into a kiss, rough and hungry.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He whispered, his lips moving to my neck, licking and kissing as I moaned. “I need that ass of yours so bad…”
“Take it, then. It’s all yours.” I teased, parting my legs slightly to make it easier for him.
“You’re such a good little whore, you know that?”
“You haven’t even scratched the surface of how much of a whore I am.” I shot back, a sly smirk at the edge of my mouth.
“Yeah? You want me to treat you like my little faggot?” His voice dropped, gaze dark and intense.
“I don’t want to. I need to.” I replied, dropping to my knees in front of him, never breaking eye contact, my stare fully submissive. “Degrade me. Please.”
“Fuck…” He muttered, like I’d flipped a switch inside him. He shook his head, breath shallow, hunger written all over his face. “Don’t push me, fag. I can go real far with this shit.”
“Good.” I said, smiling wickedly, daring him.
He quickly unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to his knees in one swift motion. He then grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed me against his sweaty balls.
“Smell that, faggot, I’ve been driving for three hours straight, and then spent another two playing bowling with your friends. I must be pretty ripe down there, right?” He sneered, rubbing his balls against my face.
He pulled my face off his balls and looked at me with a stern expression before spitting in my face.
“Fucking faggot.” He muttered before aiming his semi-hard cock at me. “Let me wash my ball sweat from your pretty face.” He added seconds before his piss stream hit my face. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and open my mouth.
“Keep your eyes open, baby.” He instructed with a mocking tone. I gulped a mouthful of his piss and complied, opening my eyes to meet his taunting smirk before he purposely splattered them with his piss.
“It’s a good thing Clément allowed me to breed your pussy, I’d have missed pissing on his baby brother’s face otherwise.” He added, his stream slowly dying off. “I wish he could see you now, fucking useless whore.”
“Why don’t you take a picture, then?” I suggested with a sly smirk.
There was a flicker of confusion on Polo’s face, just a beat, but then his cocky grin came right back.
“I might make you famous. Be careful.” He said, shaking the last drops of his piss onto my face.
“How else would my brother find out what a whore I really am?” I teased, licking my lips deliberately.
“You’re something else, Max. You know that?” Polo chuckled, half in disbelief, half in admiration.
“I’ve heard that before.”
“I bet you have.” He said, the amusement in his voice fading as his dominant, focused gaze locked back onto mine. “Suck it, faggot.” He added, giving a nod towards his cock.
I took a deep breath and dove on his cock, opening my mouth wide before engulfing him until my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. Polo put his hand on the back of my head and roughly forced me further down, using his other hand to slap my head deeper.
My own dick was rock hard, leaking precum like a faucet in my underwear, relishing on Polo’s kinkiness.
Polo pulled on my hair and in a second I was off his cock, panting, my face wet with my own spit. He took his cock and slapped it on my face, wiping it on my nose, forehead and open eyes before once again rubbing his balls on my face.
He grabbed his phone in his pocket and unlocked it before pointing it at me. He adjusted his cock so it was covering my face before taking a few pics. He then stepped behind me and let his balls rest on my forehead, his cock pointing straight up.
“Take a selfie, you dumb faggot, so your classmates know that you’re a unicorn.” He sneered, handing me the phone. I gulped, obeying and smiling as I took a couple of selfies of his cock proudly standing over my forehead, my saliva coated face under, eyes red with his piss and precum.
Polo maneuvered himself out of my forehead and took a step forward, putting his ass right in front of his ass.
“Make out with my shithole now, doggy.”
“Yes, Sir.” I submissively answered before diving forward and parting his butt cheeks, immediately kissing his hole and plunging my tongue inside.
I moaned loudly, the sound muffled but the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through his body. He parted his legs further, letting me dive deeper with my tongue, my hand circling his waist to grab his rock-hard cock and jerk it off, slick with precum in my hand.
“Get in there deep, fucking faggot, I want to feel it tickle my stomach!”
Zeus, I think I liked eating ass even more than eating dick. I was hungrily tongue-fucking him for who knows how long when he straightened up and slapped his cock on my face a couple of times, hard.
“Turn around and show me that pussy.” He commanded with a deep authoritative tone.
I immediately turned around, my face on the floor, in the puddle of piss, and both my hands on my butt, spreading my cheeks wide so he could get a clear view of my pink hole.
He spat on it, crouched, and presented his precum coated tip at the entrance before plunging inside in one powerful thrust, sending a wave of pain through my body. I winced and groaned in discomfort, but he quickly slapped the back of my head.
“Shut up, you fucking cum-dump, taking cock is the biggest accomplishment you’ll ever reach.” He spat out, grabbing me by the hips and fucking me merciless. He then pulled out and slammed it back inside again, repeating this vicious process several time and moaning with pleasure each time.
He pulled out one last time and slapped my gaping pussy, hard, making me yelp. He let a mean snicker escape him and plunged his cock inside again. It was barely lubricated at this point, after getting in and out repeatedly, but my cock was weirdly hard the whole time. Polo knew exactly what button to push to make me feel like a slut, and I loved every second of it.
At some point, I felt something stretch my pussy wider than just Polo’s cock and looked over my shoulder to realize that he had slipped a finger inside of me, along with his cock.
“I’ll stretch you so fucking wide that I’ll be able to jerk off in your gaping pussy one day, faggot, and you’ll be ruined for ever.”
“I’m yours to do as you please.” I moaned back.
“Yeah? You don’t even know what you’re getting yourself into.” He growled, shaking his head. “Lick my piss from the floor and shut the fuck up, whore!” He added, putting his foot on the side of my face to press it against the floor.
I stuck my tongue out and lapped his piss dutifully as he intensified his pounding of my ass, his foot still on the side of my face, slipping a second finger in along with his cock.
“Fuck, I’m going to breed you!” He grunted, out of breath, before slamming one last time inside of me. I felt his cock twitching, especially given how tight I was with the extra fingers, as he deposited his cum deep inside of me.
Eventually, he pulled out and grabbed his phone again.
“Lie on your back and pull your legs up, now!” He commanded. I complied and dutifully presented my gaping pussy to him. He took a couple of pictures of it, all of them including my face, before switching to video mode.
“Push my load out, faggot.”
I swallowed hard and began pushing on my ass, eventually feeling his cum leaking out of it. He let it pour on his fingers and brought them to my face, filming the whole thing, feeding me his cum mixed with my ass juice. He slapped me on the face and repeated the process until there was none of his load left inside of me and turned the video off.
“That was nice.” He concluded, the cocky smirk returning on his face. I chuckled and got back on my feet, grabbing the water hose to wash his piss out of the floor and sails before putting them back where they belonged.
I grabbed his hand and took him with me towards the locker room where I turned the shower on. He got fully naked and stepped under the shower head with me, kissing my neck from behind, his semi-hard cock lodged between my butt cheeks.
“You’re so fucking kinky, I already want to fuck you again…” He whispered seducingly. I looked around my shoulder and smirked at him knowingly.
And so he did fuck me again under the shower, the sound of his balls slapping my skin filling the showers. I jerked myself to an orgasm, this time, and he fed me my own load as well.
“What was this guy’s deal, earlier at the game center?” Polo asked me as he dried his hair after the shower.
“Who?” I answered, frowning with confusion.
“You know, the tall one that came to say hi as we were playing.”
“Oh, Antonu…” I muttered, looking away shamefully. “Don’t mind him, he’s a homophobic asshole.” I lied.
“And what would that have to do with me, I’m not even gay.” Polo answered, raising his eyebrow and taking a step closer to me, his piercing gaze on me.
“I… uh… yeah, I don’t know, he just doesn’t like me and probably associated you with me.” I quickly fumbled for words, caught in my own bullshit. Polo kept looking at me with a mix of confusion and doubt, visibly not fully buying my story. “Anyway, I guess I should head back home now, do you think you can drop me there or should I call my dad?”
“I’ll drop you out. We’re meeting again tomorrow, right?” He inquired, slipping a finger between my butt cheeks with a smirk.
“Yes, but it will be at Julien’s birthday, at the beach. I’m sure we’ll find somewhere private, in case you need to piss or something…” I answered with a grin of my own.
“Believe me, birthday cake is not the only cream you’ll be filled with when you leave that beach.” He muttered, kissing my neck right by my ear sensually.
“Happy birthday, big boy!” I exclaimed the next day, handing Julien the gift I’d picked out for him.
“Thanks, Max!” He grinned as I leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Nice to see you again, mate.” He added, giving Polo a friendly slap on the shoulder.
It was a perfect day for our beach brunch at Saint-Cyprien, sunny, still, and warm. We dropped our things by a large blue sheet stretched out on the sand. From a distance, Yanis waved me over; he was playing beach tennis with Bastien.
“You’re finally here, come and play with us!” Yanis called out as we walked up. He pulled me into a bro hug and kissed my cheek, then gave Polo a tight nod that barely passed as a greeting.
“We playing against you two?” Polo asked with a curious smirk.
“Nope. I’m with Max. You’re teaming up with Bastien.” Yanis said, a little sharper than usual. I shot him a questioning look, but he just shrugged like it was nothing.
I grabbed a racket, and Polo did the same, heading over to join Bastien at the other side of the sandy court.
“Saveria’s not here?” I asked as we warmed up.
“Nah. She didn’t want to risk it with Gianlucca coming.” Yanis said, the bitterness peeking through his voice. Then he gave me a sly grin and tapped my back. “We’ll get there eventually.”
To be honest, we wiped the floor with them. Bastien wasn’t great, and Polo wasn’t exactly trying; meanwhile, Yanis and I were locked in and perfectly in sync.
After the match, Yanis pushed for a rematch, but Bastien was having none of it. I laughed and headed back to the sheet, grabbing a cardboard cup and pouring myself some iced tea.
“Anyone got an extra speaker? Mine’s nearly dead.” Julien asked as I took a sip.
“No, dude. Sorry.” Yanis replied.
“I think I’ve got one in the car.” Polo offered, already reaching for his keys. “Max, you coming with me?”
“Sure.” I said, following him through the dunes into the maquis.
“Do you really have a speaker?” I teased. “Or is this just an excuse to get your dick sucked in the back seat?”
“Maybe both.” He replied with a grin.
We reached the dirt parking lot just as a motorbike pulled up, its tires skidding to a halt and kicking up a cloud of dust. My heart skipped a beat. I recognized it immediately.
Polo ducked behind me like a coward as the bike drifted to a stop in front of us. I clenched my jaw, refusing to flinch even as the dust hit my face.
“Good morning, Antonu.” I said coolly as he climbed off the bike and yanked off his helmet.
He didn’t answer, just shot me a death stare before turning his scorn on Polo, who was still lurking behind me. His contempt was obvious.
Then the passenger removed his helmet. Gianlucca. His eyes met mine with a flash of something darker than anger.
“Where’s the speaker?” I asked Polo, my voice sharper than I meant it to be.
He glanced from me to Antonu, still rattled, then quickly popped open the trunk and rummaged through it. A few seconds later, he handed me the speaker. I grabbed it and walked away without another word, leaving them behind in silence and dust, furious, though I wasn’t entirely sure at whom.
I forced a smile when I got back to the beach and found Julien chatting with Marion and a guy I didn’t recognize. He looked a few years younger than the rest of us, which caught my attention; I glanced at him with curiosity.
“Thanks, Max!” Julien said as I handed him the speaker. He slung an arm around my shoulder and turned me toward the younger boy. “This is my brother Thomas, but everyone calls him Tomy.”
“Oh! I knew I wasn’t crazy, you do look just like your brother.” I said with a chuckle. “Nice to meet you, Tomy.”
“Hi.” Tomy answered, blushing slightly.
Julien laughed and gave his brother’s shoulder a light pat before turning back to me.
“Let’s play beach volleyball, the four of us.” He suggested. “I’ll team up with Marion, and you and Tomy can team together.” He gently nudged me in Tomy’s direction.
“Alright, let’s do it.” I said with a smirk, glad for a chance to blow off some steam. I turned to Tomy. “You any good?”
He looked at me like a deer caught in headlights.
“It’s all good, don’t worry.” I said, reassuring him with a grin. “Let’s just have fun.”
I was used to being around teenagers; as a sailing assistant trainer, it came with the territory, and I could tell Tomy was a shy one. Unlike Julien, who was confident and easygoing, his brother seemed overwhelmed by our group of older teens. So I slipped into my usual rhythm: coaxing a kid out of his shell.
During the game, I praised Tomy even when he missed the ball, made jokes with Julien and pulled Tomy into the banter, and acted like I didn’t notice his awkwardness. Slowly, he warmed up. His shoulders relaxed, he started smiling, and he even dared to tease back once or twice.
I caught Julien glancing at us now and then, trying not to make it obvious. He was watching Tomy closely, like he was measuring how well his little brother was blending in.
I loved Clément. Having an older brother was mostly great; someone stronger, wiser, someone to rely on. But sometimes, I wished I had a little brother too. Someone to protect. Someone to look up to me. I didn’t know why, but the way Julien subtly watched over Tomy stirred something in me. It made me weirdly emotional.
“You did great out there, nice job!” I told Tomy once the match was over, throwing an arm around his neck and flashing him a big, friendly smile. “You’ll be better than him in no time. He’s all muscle and no brain anyway.” I added, pointing at Julien.
“Hey, I heard that!” Julien called out, laughing.
“Thank you, Max.” Tomy said, beaming at me.
I winked at him and gave his back a friendly pat before heading back to the blue sheet.
Yanis was deep in conversation with Bastien, and, unsurprisingly, Polo was charming a small group of my classmates, playing cards with them and smiling like he owned the beach.
Antonu sat with Gianlucca and Ugo. He didn’t even glance my way as I passed. His silence was loud. I could feel the fury radiating off him, about Polo, about me, about everything. I wasn’t sure if I felt guilty… or just defensive. Maybe both.
“Hey Max, would you show me around?” Polo suddenly asked, loud enough to draw a double glare from both Antonu and Yanis. “We could go for a little walk.”
“Sure.” I replied with a quick smile, brushing the sand off my hands and onto my shorts.
“God, I couldn’t take another minute talking with those kids.” Polo muttered once we were a few steps away, his voice light with amusement as we walked barefoot along the shore.
“Really? You guys seemed to be getting along just fine.” I said, raising an eyebrow at him with a smirk.
“Yeah, I mean… they’re not bad. Just, 18-year-old teens.”
“I’m an 18-year-old teen too!” I shot back with a mock-indignant laugh, turning toward him in disbelief.
“That’s not the same.”
“Oh yeah? Why not?”
“Because you’ve got the best piece of ass on this whole island.” He said, grinning wickedly as he bumped my shoulder, then grabbed a handful of my butt.
I glanced back toward the group to make sure no one was watching, then laughed, shaking my head. Polo really was something else, shameless and utterly predictable.
“Well, I’m glad you found something in me worth putting up with all my 18-year-old nonsense.”
“Technically, I’m the one putting something in you, that’s what makes it worth it.” He quipped, flashing me a wink.
“Charming…”
He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.
“Don’t play innocent now, faggot. Not after you were on your knees for me yesterday, drenched in my piss and ball sweat like the filthy little thing you are.” His smirk twisted sharper. “And right now, all I can think about is burying my cock deep inside that tight little pussy of yours.”
I turned to him, throat tight, pulse loud in my ears. I was turned on, no doubt about that, but a flicker of unease licked at the edges.
Ange had been kinky too, sure, but only during sex; with Polo, that energy never turned off. It wasn’t just a bedroom thing, it was him. That constant dominance, that smug, cocky attitude… I couldn’t tell if it thrilled me more than it pissed me off.
“Zeus, that’s cold!” I hissed as we waded through the stream that cut across the beach, linking the swamp to the sea. The water only reached my knees, but it was enough to remind me that summer was long gone.
“Is there a way to reach the Genovese tower?” Polo asked, nodding toward the ruined structure perched on the hill ahead, the place where Antonu and I had first given in to something neither of us could name, but both had felt.
I hesitated.
“I… uh… no, the path’s probably overgrown by now.” A lie, clean and fast. “But I know a better spot,” I added with a sheepish smile.
I took his hand and led him up a small outcrop of pink granite, more of a bump than a cliff, really, and over to the other side. There, another beach stretched out before us, completely deserted, tucked away from the main strand and sheltered from curious eyes.
I turned to him with a smirk; he didn’t waste a second. His hand slipped down the back of my shorts with an ease that said he’d been waiting for this since we left the party.
“Get on your knees, now.” He commanded with a smug smirk. I gulped and obeyed, looking up at him before hooking his waistband and slipping his shorts and underwear off.
His cock sprang free, the pink head already pointing straight, half hard. I bit my lower lip and dropped a single kiss on the precum coated slit, staring at Polo submissively.
“Open your mouth, faggot.” He commanded, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. I obeyed and stuck my tongue out while he grabbed his cock, slapping it on my tongue several time before shoving it inside my mouth roughly.
He fucked my throat, both hand on the back of my head to press me as far as he wanted, which was balls deep.
Spit was leaking from my mouth, coating his balls and my chin, making a sloppy sound every time he bottomed out inside of my velvet throat.
“Fuck, look at you, such a whore!” He sneered. “Getting face-fucked while your friends are having a party a few meters away. What would they think of you if they could see you now, uh?” He added, pulling out and slapping me hard on the face before stuffing me back on his cock. “What are you saying? I can’t hear you.” He mocked.
Humoring him, I tried to answer, making muffled noises around his cock. He snickered meaningly and pinched my nose, preventing me to breathe.
He face-fucked me like that until I frantically tapped his thighs, about to pass out. He finally freed me and I panted, a string of spit drooling from my chin.
“You look fucking pathetic.” He said, shaking his head. He turned around and slid his shorts completely off, putting his left foot on a rock and spreading his cheeks. “Eat my shithole now.”
I dove in and immediately started licking and tonguing his hole, getting as deep as I could. I felt him push on his ass a little and his ring opened wider, letting my tongue taste further inside of him than ever before.
“You like that, faggot?” He asked, more rhetorical than anything. “I bet it taste like what a real man’s asshole is supposed to.” He added, grinding his ass up and down on my face.
After a few minutes of this treatment, he turned around and slapped his rock hard cock on my face again. He then plunged his cock in my mouth and started thrusting. I think he really liked the rimming, because it only took him a minute before I felt his balls twitching and the first jet of his cum splattered the back of my throat. I dutifully swallowed as he emptied his balls inside of my mouth, moaning around his dick.
He finally pulled out and looked at me, breathless, his ever-smug smile tugging at his lips.
“You’re a mess.” He said with a chuckle, his tone teasing.
“And whose fault is that?” I shot back, shaking my head, half-laughing.
My shirt clung damply to my back as I peeled it off and stepped carefully into the water. It stung cold against my skin, but I welcomed it. Sea water wasn’t ideal, but it still beat having spit and drool drying on my face.
“Let’s head back before they start wondering where we are.” I said once I finished washing my face. Polo nodded and followed as we made our way back across the granite rocks.
We were just approaching the stream when we ran into Antonu, Gianlucca, and Ugo coming out of a beach path, laughing and joking, until Antonu saw us. His smile dropped instantly. He froze.
His gaze shifted from Polo to me, then back again, filled with disgust.
“And where were you two hiding?” Gianlucca sneered, slicing through the heavy silence.
“Let me guess.” Antonu cut in, voice low and icy. “You took him to the tower, didn’t you?”
He stepped closer, towering over me now, and his words hit harder than I expected. I was stunned. Hurt. Did he really think I’d just brought Polo to that place? That what happened between us meant so little? That the tower was just a convenient hookup spot I recycled with whoever came next?
I shook my head slowly, not at him, but at the thought. I wished we were alone. I wanted to explain, to tell him he was wrong. That he mattered.
“Not that it’s any of your business.” I said, my voice low, trying to stay calm, “but no. I haven’t been back to the tower since summer.”
I stared straight into his eyes, hoping he could read everything I couldn’t say.
He scoffed, not even pretending to believe me. The sting in my chest was instant.
“I swear.” I added, teeth gritted, frustration curling hot under my skin.
“Oh yeah?” He barked. “So what, just a friendly walk with your new little boyfriend, huh?”
His voice cracked with rage, every word sharper than the last.
“Dude…” Polo finally said, stepping up beside me. For a second, it pulled us both out of the moment. We realized we had an audience; Ugo, Gianlucca, and Polo, all of them now watching in confused silence.
“I’m no one’s boyfriend.” Polo said coolly, but with an edge. “I’ve got a girl back in Ajaccio. Max and I are just friends. So maybe chill the fuck out.”
Antonu turned to him sharply, and I saw the flash in his eyes. He knew Polo was lying to his face, and now… he thought I was too.
Before he snapped, I grabbed Polo by the arm and walked away without another word.
I was furious.
Furious at myself for bringing Polo to an event I knew Antonu would be at. Furious for failing to make Antonu understand that Polo meant nothing to me. Furious at Polo for running his mouth and making everything worse.
“That guy’s got a lot to say for someone fucking you behind his girlfriend’s back.” Polo muttered as we walked back toward the party, his voice sharp with irritation.
I stopped in my tracks, turning to him, stunned.
“What?”
“Come on, drop the bullshit.” Polo didn’t even slow down. “How dumb do you think I am? He’s been all over me since he found out I came to see you at the bowling alley. And now he’s throwing a tantrum because we went to mess around on the beach?”
“I told you, he’s a homophobic asshole who…”
“Oh, please.” He cut me off with a scoff, shaking his head. “He wasn’t even trying to hide how pissed he was that you allegedly took me to that tower. Is that your usual spot or something? Why else would he care?”
His words hit like a slap. I opened my mouth to respond, but he didn’t give me the chance.
“Don’t even bother denying it.” He added coldly, already walking away.
I stood there, frozen in place, watching him walk away on the white sand.
Polo drove back to Ajaccio once the party ended, and Yanis asked if I wanted to crash at his place. I didn’t hesitate; an evening without drama, just me and my best friend, was exactly what I needed.
Later, we sat on the floor, backs against the bed frame, controllers in hand and bellies full. I waited until the game hit a quiet moment to ask what had been on my mind all night.
“So… I’m guessing you didn’t really like Polo, huh?”
“What? Why would you say that?” Yanis frowned, clearly caught off guard.
“Come on.” I said, giving him a knowing look. “I saw the way you looked at him. The way you talked to him.”
He held my gaze for a second, then sighed and turned his eyes toward the blank wall ahead.
“I don’t know, Max. He just doesn’t seem right for you.” His voice was calm, but firm. “He’s arrogant, full of himself, and kind of… shallow. Yeah, he’s hot, I’ll give him that, but I don’t think he’s a good guy. And he’s got a girlfriend, and he doesn’t even seem to care.”
“Yeah, I get that.” I pouted a little, guilt creeping in. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s not like I’m going to marry the guy.” I chuckled lightly.
“I really hope not.” Yanis laughed, punching my arm playfully.
I smiled, then glanced down, my tone shifting.
“You know, I get why you’d be tense, honestly. It used to be just the two of us against the world. I miss that sometimes. Don’t get me wrong; I’m so happy things are going well with you and Saveria. It’s just… I feel kind of…”
“Melancholic?” Yanis offered after a silence.
“Yeah. I guess that’s the word.” I smiled, a little sheepishly.
“It’s still the two of us against the world, Max.” He said with a grin, bumping his shoulder into mine, soft and warm.
“I wish the guys I dated were as great and easy to talk to as you are.” I sighed.
“I’ll always be here, Max. No matter what.”
“I know.”
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