The world-famous Monaco Grand Prix brought in stars from across the world
to be seen with motor racings elite. For Charles, this spectacular event
was home and looking out on the streets he grew up on, he felt happy and
privileged.
Former A.S. Monaco star Kylian Mbappe had become a global superstar in the
principality but his move to Paris Saint Germain had put him on the
trajectory for footballing greatness. The French forward stood outside the
Ferrari garage as the team worked on Charles’ car, impressed by engineering
excellence at work before his eyes.
The Monegasque driver saw Kylian through the scrum of photographers and
made his way out to the footballer. “Salut Kylian.” Charles offered warmly,
shaking the footballer’s hand. “We need to talk about football.” Charles
whispered a little closer as the cameras snapped away furiously. “Is this
about Monaco?” Kylian laughed nervously. “Yes, it is.” “Ok ok, I’ll come to
your place on Tuesday?” Kylian conceded. “Good, enjoy the race!” Charles
grinned, looking deep into Kylian’s seductive brown eyes.
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“Are you going to beat me up?” Kylian sent in a message to Charles watching
the Ferrari pounding around the streets of Monte Carlo. “Maybe a little
(wink).” Charles replied between the practice sessions. “Ok, I deserve it,
can I make it up to you another way?” Kylian typed with a smile on his
face. “You bring the beer (smile).” Charles replied quickly. Tuesday, the
date was set.
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On a mild, clear Tuesday evening Kylian arrived clutching a box of beer and
a wide grin. “Hey.” “Kylian, welcome. Let’s go, did you bring your swimming
shorts?” Charles smiled wickedly. “Errr no.” Kylian frowned. “Good good, so
don’t fall in.” Charles replied nonchalantly as he led them down to the
marina and onto his boat.
The racer’s boat was a decent sized vessel, bigger than most personal
boats, but not as large as some of the rich billionaire displays of
wealth. Kylian made himself comfortable near the captain’s station while
Charles unhooked the moorings and prepared the boat to sail. “Are you
ready?” “Oui oui capitan.” Kylian grinned.
The engine started first time and slowly, Charles maneuvered away from the
packed marina before kicking into gear as they moved clear. “You want to
open some beers?” Charles suggested as they headed towards the horizon
across the calm Mediterranean Sea. Kylian took two bottles of beer from the
cooler and popped them open, handing one to Charles. “Do you come here
often?” Kylian beamed, throwing in a cheesy chat up line. “Ha, yes I do and
you’re welcome to join whenever you like.” Charles smiled in reply. Kylian
took the opportunity to appreciate Charles’ short brown hair flapping in
the breeze as the harbour disappeared from view.
The sea moved gently around them, lapping at the small boat as it began to
slow. Charles had found the spot, bringing the boat to a halt, the
Monegasque dropped the anchor and moved away from the controls. Walking
around to join the footballer, Charles sat down on the deck alongside
Kylian, then placing his beer down Charles tilted his head towards the
sky. “It’s beautiful isn’t it.” Kylian whispered, looking up at the dark
blue sky illuminated by a sea of bright, white stars. “It really is.”
Charles agreed, looking towards the sky, then back down at Kylian.
Charles could feel that familiar feeling when an attractive man was this
close to him. The Ferrari driver’s pulse had increased and as he scanned
the footballer’s beautiful features, he realised that Kylian’s eyes, which
shone with a magical starlight reflection, had the same look he was giving
the footballer. With the boat gently swaying in the sea, the breeze a light
wind cooling the temperature that was rising within them and the peaceful
tranquility of their surroundings, Charles and Kylian were slaves to
romance.
Charles’ face approached Kylian’s, as Kylian’s approached Charles’ and with
a gentle peck at first, the sexy young athletes kissed. The Ferrari driver
could feel the slightest tremor of nerves shaking its way through Kylian’s
body as they kissed. Instinctively the confident Monegasque took hold of
Kylian’s forearm and pressed his lips into the footballer’s sighing
gently. Charles’ hand moved up and down Kylian’s forearm, slowly and
soothingly, building up Kylian’s confidence with every passing second.
Kylian allowed himself to indulge in Charles’ beautiful face. Any angst he
had felt as they set off burned away with a swish of Charles’s tongue. The
Ferrari driver’s scratchy stubble moved over Kylian’s smooth skin making
their bond tighter as the footballer began to feel true lust for the F1
driver. After several minutes of gentle kissing, it was Kylian who began to
lead proceedings, leaning into Charles’ irresistible face encouraging the
racer to give him more.
Charles moved his grip down to Kylian’s hands and taking the footballer
gently he added more romance to their passionate embrace by linking their
fingers together while sighing softly. Their lips danced romantically for a
minute, just happy to be touching the lips of their opposite while the
pleasure of their increased body contact began to affect all parts of their
horny young bodies. Leaning a little closer to Charles, Kylian showed the
racer he was ready to take this to the next level.
The Ferrari driver had long lost his shyness when it came to guys and as
soon as he was sure Kylian was in the mood, Charles advanced on the
footballer pressing his weight into Kylian’s muscular body. The pair
carefully fell onto the boat’s deck with Kylian lying on his back and
Charles moving above the footballer. Placing his leg either side of
Kylian’s slim body, Charles pinned the PSG forward to the deck with his
crotch and went to work, kissing firmly at Kylian’s huge lips.
The crisp sea air surrounded them in a perfect cocoon of ambient
temperature, too cold to go shirtless unless you had the body heat of
another sexy man to share. Kylian responded to Charles’ advances by making
a move of his own. The footballer’s hands reached under Charles’ shirt and
pulled upwards suggestively. The F1 driver happily obliged, straightening
his back and arms eventually breaking from Kylian’s lips to allow his shirt
to slide free. There was a brief pause while Charles remained still,
shirtless and straddling the sexy footballer. Kylian’s eyes drank in the F1
driver’s sexy body, his cute oliveness diminished somewhat by the moonlight
but the smooth, muscular tone to his body was clearly evident and those
cute nipples were tiny and erect in the cool sea air.
It was Charles’ turn to make his curiosity known, reaching to the base of
Kylian’s shirt and pulling up he revealed to himself up close an image he’d
seen many times before on the insides of his eyelids. Although Charles was
an incredibly fit and athletic looking young man even he couldn’t compete
with Kylian’s body. The PSG forward’s torso was ripped to shreds, not an
ounce of fat on those bones, nice meaty pecs and a gentle smoothness which
led all the way down to his six pac and beyond. “Oh my god, I feel fat and
ugly.” Charles teased himself.
With those self-deprecating words ringing in Kylian’s ears, the
footballer’s instant reaction was to remind Charles just how sexy the F1
driver really was. Using his strength, Kylian rolled out of Charles’
straddle and rolled the pair so that the Ferrari driver remained wrapped
around his waist, but now it was Charles with his back to the deck and
Kylian on top. The footballer’s lips pressed forcefully into Charles’ face
while his crotch pressed against the Monegasque who wrapped his arms around
Kylian’s neck to bring their naked chests together. The kissing had
increased in urgency now they were both fully in the moment, the darkness
around them meant they were at peace, except for the angry boners
determined to wage war on each other’s bodies.
Charles’ hands wandered down the footballer’s back, studying the black
boy’s impressive muscles as he did so. [Oh my god, so powerful!] Charles
smiled to himself. The Ferrari driver’s fingers found the back of Kylian’s
jeans and sliding his fingers into the gap behind, Charles placed both
hands on the footballer’s peachy bum cheeks, squeezing them through the
cotton of his black boxers. Kylian reacted to Charles’ groping hands by
pinning his crotch tighter to the F1 driver’s body while they kissed.
Kylian noticed how Charles had begun to explore his body and the footballer
began to do the same. Although Kylian’s position was a little more
constricted with the racer’s tight grip, he reached down to hold Charles’
smooth sides while they kissed. The footballer’s hands traced Charles’
sides, studying the Ferrari driver’s ribs and inspecting the rate of his
breathing while Kylian moved his body weight a little higher. Charles’
breaths were becoming lighter as Kylian’s weight tightened his airways, the
Ferrari driver could feel the footballer’s hands moving further down his
body until he too took a nice firm handful of Charles’ firm arse cheeks by
forcing his fingers into the gap between Charles’ arse and the deck.
Charles could feel Kylian’s hands massaging his cheeks through the F1
driver’s jeans and decided to escalate again. The Monegasque’s hands moved
around to the front of Kylian’s jeans and unbuckled the footballer. Charles
pushed with his legs, forcing Kylian to break their kiss and pushing the
footballer back slightly. Kylian watched Charles break from free his sexy
predicament to move into another new position. The PSG forward who had
remained on his knees looked so cute that Charles pounced into his face for
one more passionate kiss then working his way down the footballer’s body,
Charles aimed to kiss something else he’d been dreaming about ever since he
first saw Kylian in an A.S. Monaco kit.
Kylian massaged the back of Charles’ soft, straight brown hair as the
Ferrari driver kissed his smooth neck, then his tensed pec. The footballer
used his hand to descend Charles’ body as the Ferrari driver descended his,
stroking Charles’ toned back while the Monegasque kissed his tight
abs. Reaching his destination, Charles rested his hand on Kylian’s lump and
purred gently. The footballer responded by mumbling French obscenities
before reaching into the gap between Charles’ arm and body to grope the
Ferrari driver through his jeans.
At first Charles had wanted to suck Kylian through the fly of his boxers,
but instinct told the Ferrari driver there was a 69 on offer. The
Monegasque took a little more time, reaching under the waistband of
Kylian’s jeans and boxers, tugging them down suggestively to make the
footballer rise into a full kneel. As expected, Kylian granted Charles
access and as he did so the footballer also began to work at the front of
Charles’ jeans, opening the F1 driver up for better access to his
crotch. No words were being spoken, both men working solely on body
language. Two sports superstars were out on a boat in the Mediterranean,
their jeans and boxers around their knees moving to lie on their sides top
and tail about to do something they had both had many a hard daydream
about.
Charles held Kylian’s throbbing, uncut 8-inch member under his nose and
sucked in the air around him. [Oh my god.] Charles gasped to himself; the
smell of the footballer’s black meat was deliciously intoxicating. The
Ferrari driver felt his own cock swell angrily in response to a surge of
blood rushing around his body in excitement. Kylian had beaten Charles to
it, the throb of Charles’ desires pushing the Monegasque’s hard cock
between Kylian’s juicy lips which grabbed Charles head willingly to engulf
the Ferrari driver’s shaft.
The incredible sensation of Kylian’s lips sliding over his head to pleasure
his shaft forced Charles forward, his open mouth swallowing Kylian’s
head. The footballer’s response was a high-pitched nasal grunt through
Charles’ shaft, happy with the feeling of the Monegasque’s lips surrounding
his wand. Both men gripped their lover by the thigh using the leverage to
help propel their necks along each other’s raging cocks.
Kylian inhaled the Ferrari driver’s delicious aroma, enjoying the light
notes of body odour in Charles’ neat brown pubes. The gentle mannish smell
filling his nostrils made his own black cock thicken a touch, pulsing
between Charles’ travelling lips which doubled the excitement. The
footballer’s right hand held Charles’ hip while his left hand searched for
the Monegasque’s balls, gently massaging them with a light application of
pressure to stimulate them. [“Oh, baby yes!”] Charles agreed with Kylian’s
wandering hands. The feeling of the footballer’s soft fingertips sliding
under his hairy sack made his nuts twitch excitedly. Charles reciprocated
by choking himself on Kylian’s long black cock. Holding his face down
against the base of Kylian’s shaft, Charles treated himself to long
draughts of the footballer’s manly odour. Begrudgingly, the Ferrari driver
dragged himself to the tip of Kylian’s meaty sword, taking a quick second
to play with the black boy’s tip, using his tongue to tease and tantalise
before swallowing the entire shaft again in one hungry gulp.
The cool night air and the peaceful surroundings presented the perfect
environment for an intimate 69. The sportsman used their lips to suck at
the other man’s tool while their hands explored their opposite’s perfect
body. Kylian tightened his grip on the Ferrari driver’s legs, pulling them
towards him hungrily as he pressed Charles’ cock hard against his
tonsils. The Monegasque felt compelled to match Kylian’s intensity, this
was his opportunity to enjoy the iconic footballer’s perfect body and he
was going to give it everything he had. Charles enjoyed the thickness of
the 23-year-old’s swollen head pressing against his own tonsils and felt
his hole quiver with excitement desperate to feel it between him.
The Ferrari driver’s hole wasn’t the only quivering ring on that
boat. Kylian too harboured thoughts of the sexy 24-year-old filling his
tight black hole with this delicious cock. As the pair of them worked hard
to pleasure their partner in crime it was fast becoming a race to see who
would blink first, who would have the guts to ask to be fucked.
“Oh my God your cock tastes so good, I want you to fuck me with it.”
Charles begged with a tone of astonishment at how much fun he was
having. [Fuck, I wanted to say that!] Kylian berated himself, “I can fuck
you but only if you promise to fuck me too.” He bargained. Charles didn’t
respond with words, sliding to the base of Kylian’s cock and then straight
back up to the tip the Ferrari driver popped off. Next Charles moved his
hands round to the footballer’s cheeks spreading them apart to expose his
tight black hole and attacking it with his tongue, Charles began to rim the
sexy footballer.
Kylian dropped Charles’ cock and allowed the F1 driver to concentrate on
his rimjob. Charles’ tongue swirled around Kylian’s brown hole, then
wiggled as he focused his attention at the footballer’s entrance. Lingering
at Kylian’s doorway a little longer, Charles waited for the flesh to open
slightly then diving into the gap with a pointed tip, the Monegasque’s
tongue entered Kylian’s tight chute.
Once Charles had wormed his way inside the footballer’s hole, he became
ravenous. The Ferrari driver’s fingers squeezed hard at the impressive
mounds that were Kylian’s meaty arse cheeks. The 24-year-old pulled Kylian
back onto his face, feeling the warmth of the footballer’s cheeks
surrounding his face. Charles’ tongue stretched as far as it could,
searching for all the flavour it could find. This was fast becoming
irresistibly addictive for Charles whose 7-inch cock had begun to beg for
attention. The Ferrari driver could sense the tightness of Kylian’s ring
slowly turning in his favour, the more time he spent at the footballer’s
hole, the easier it became for his tongue to tipple at the fleshy insides
of the football megastar.
Kylian too was finding great pleasure from Charles’ anal exploration. The
sexy Monegasque had no inhibitions about feeding his tongue into the
footballer’s arse causing Kylian’s cock to pulse. Feeling a hint of
jealousy and a tinge of curiosity, Kylian pushed his face between the
racer’s slim legs. Finding the Ferrari’s driver’s furry hole, Kylian ran
his tongue along Charles’ opening. The pair of them found themselves
escalating against each other, Kylian penetrating Charles’ ring while
Charles pushed deeper into Kylian’s black hole, then Kylian pushing further
into Charles’ olive hole while Charles poked his tongue deeper still,
drinking the sexy footballer’s delicious essence.
Kylian hadn’t appreciated how sexy a double rim 69 actually could be but
within a dozen seconds of eating Charles’ hole he was convinced. The
Monegasque was a stunning young man and had kept himself in amazing
shape. Charles’ neat hole begged for all the attention it could get and
Kylian was more than willing to give it. The night air surrounding them in
a peaceful silence was broken only by the gentle waves and the ravenous
slurping of two horny athletes. Forcing his smooth face into Charles’ warm,
olive cheeks, Kylian closed his eyes and devoured that rich, delicious
flavour which he would crave forevermore.
Charles was desperate to advance but that would mean peeling himself away
from possibly the most irresistible arse he’d ever eaten. The Monegasque
counted down from 60 giving himself another full minute of tonguing the
black boy’s sexy insides before he finally pulled his tongue free and gave
a long deep sigh. “I have you fuck you so bad!” Charles smiled. Kylian gave
himself a few more seconds inside Charles before he pulled free and nodded
excitedly.
In the blink of an eye Charles had pounced into position, yanking his jeans
to his ankles and rotating so that his cock had lined up with the
footballer’s hole. Using the slickness of their combined spit, Charles
began to lean on Kylian’s hole. The footballer drew in a long breath, held,
then pushed out his ring allowing Charles’ bare cock to begin its raw
entry. The instant Kylian’s hole proceeded to widen the pair were groaning
in unison, Charles’ thick head led the way stretching Kylian wider until
there was finally enough space for Charles to enter.
Kylian’s pink ring held onto the Ferrari driver’s head momentarily, slowing
Charles’ progress as his bulb struggled to open the black boy up. The
application of a little more force from the top was enough to push the
thickest part of Charles’ head beyond the tightest part of Kylian’s ring
and with an excited grunt, they were officially interlocked. “You feel
good.” Kylian breathed encouragingly, beaming up at Charles who returned
the smile.
The Monegasque maintained eye contact with Kylian as he pressed his cock
forward. In the darkness he couldn’t quite make out where his cock and the
footballer’s ring met, but he could appreciate Kylian’s handsome face in
the glistening moonlight, watching it tense as he slid his hard cock deeper
within the tight black boy. The Ferrari driver held his shaft steady,
halfway between his body and Kylian’s arse, sliding his hand towards him as
his cock burrowed down deeper. “So good.” Kylian whispered again as the
bare Ferrari driver pressed enough cock inside his black hole for him to
release it. Now that Charles had reached far enough inside the bottom, he
could leave his cock to stand freely and using his beautiful olive legs, he
could drive his way into the bottom’s sexy hole.
A cooling gust of wind felt calming around them as Charles built his way up
to holding Kylian at his sides in order for the Monegasque to begin his
assault. Kylian just continued to push out his arse hole, allowing Charles
the freedom of his chute. The footballer’s tight brown insides clung so
tight to Charles’ cock as it advanced the Ferrari driver could sense his
nuts didn’t care about the rest of him, they just wanted to drive deep into
this sexy boy’s warm cunt and deposit their load. The top maintained his
self-control admirably, sliding himself just a few inches each way slowly.
Kylian reached up behind Charles’ neck and pulled the top’s handsome face
towards him. Charles adjusted his position, spreading his legs a little
wider so he could reach lower and plant a kiss on the black boy’s thick,
juicy lips. Now they were locked at the lips they could passionately kiss
as Charles pressed down further into Kylian’s tight black belly.
Everything felt so easy, kissing at Kylian’s lips and pressing his cock
down into Kylian’s tight belly, Charles only had to follow his instincts to
make this night special for both of them. Increasing the power of his
thrusts, Charles was now very gently slapping against the black boy’s
muscular arse. That black body hugging tight around his olive cock was the
best thing Charles had ever felt and although he was fucking Kylian deeper
the strokes remained slow and deliberate. To add to the passion, Kylian
also increased the tightness of his grip, letting Charles know how much
wanted the handsome top, how much he loved that raw Monegasque cock as it
travelled up his hole until Charles’ head brushed the inside of his ring
then thudded straight back down, crushing his neat pubes against Kylian’s
brown arse cheeks and holding them there for a moment to enjoy the kiss
before going again.
Between them, the footballer stroked his hard 8-inch cock which lay there
begging to be touched. Kylian kept his strokes short, sweet and very
infrequent as the feeling of Charles’ cock inside him was more than enough
to initiate several pulses of excitement. Mindlessly, the footballer
stroked himself so that his foreskin did all the work, slowly creeping back
and forth over his extremely sensitive head, his senses at their highest
just from the multiple connections of their sexy young bodies.
Charles had to be the one to break their kiss, begrudgingly leaving those
bulging lips for the time being. The Ferrari driver felt he needed to
remind himself who he was fucking and although the eyes told him that, the
rest of the footballer’s body was the mental image he wanted tattooed in
his mind for all eternity. “Turn over.” Charles whispered, continuing to
rock but slowing so that Kylian could roll onto his back.
Straightening his back so he was at a right angle, even in the low light
Charles could see the amazing athleticism in Kylian’s stunning body. The
footballer’s beautiful face, then his smooth chin and neck, those broad
shoulders, his dark and muscular pecs, those broad nipples, that
sensational toned and griddled torso, those bulging biceps, his shaved
crotch and that long, dark 8-inch cock. Charles felt his cock begging for
more to take full advantage of this image of perfection.
Placing his hand on top of Kylian’s meaty, brown pecs, Charles used them as
leverage to rock back and forth inside the footballer’s tight hole. Below
him the footballer looked, felt and sounded so good. A symphony of moans
fell from Kylian’s lips with every stroke of the racer’s bare cock stroking
up into his dark, sexy body, the feeling of his tight ring clinging tight
to Charles’ shaft felt glorious while his meaty pectoral muscles tensed to
greet Charles’ weight each time the Ferrari driver speared him deep and in
the darkness those beautiful lips on that handsome looked sensational as
the footballer cheered Charles on.
To accompany his cheering, Kylian reached down with one hand taking hold of
Charles’ clenched right arse cheek. Squeezing the firm muscle Kylian beamed
happily, feeling it harden each time the Ferrari driver drove his cock deep
inside the footballer’s sexy body. The romance of the moment surprised them
both. With the cool wind around them on a beautiful, clear night they
immersed themselves in the pure sexiness of their lover. Kylian had a hold
of Charles’ warm arse in one hand while his second hand left his cock
briefly to do a tour of the Monegasque starting at his slim yet powerful
leg, covered in a modest coat of hair, then up and round to the Ferrari
driver’s slender torso. Underneath that smooth olive skin, Kylian could
feel Charles’ abs and then his pecs tensing as he threw his body into the
footballer’s delightful hole. Kylian raised his hand up to stroke the rough
stubble around the top’s handsome chin and then returning to his own cock,
Kylian began to pump his hard cock.
Without a free hand Charles couldn’t explore Kylian in the same way he had
just caressed the horny Monegasque. Instead, Charles used his cock to
explore the insides of the tight Frenchman while his eyes watched the way
Kylian’s body responded to him. Jabbing his cock to the left of the black
boy’s tight hole brought another groan of enjoyment from the bottom whose
cock also seemed to grow larger as a result. Charles then did the same but
pointing more to the right, bringing yet more vocal appreciation from the
bottom who was now beginning to warble constantly. Finally, Charles drove
his long straight and up delivering every inch of his bare 7-inch cock
straight up into Kylian’s irresistible hole at the rate of two strokes a
second.
“Yeah, yeah, YEAH!” Kylian agreed, pleasured by Charles’ cock rubbing the
membrane of his sensitive insides. There was a new tightness to Charles’
grip, squeezing the bottom tighter to make sure every shot had the maximum
effect. Feeling aroused by the top’s extra force holding down to pump him
full of cock, Kylian could feel his balls coiling as he stroked his hard
cock. “Yes, baby, yessss.” Kylian hissed as his beautiful brown balls
hugged tightly to his skin and allowed Charles’ next thrust to force a load
of Kylian’s hot cum to shoot across his tensed abs.
“Oh my God, that’s so hot, your body is so fucking hot!” Charles exclaimed,
watching Kylian’s dark skin shine with his bright cream as it splashed
across his torso. The sight of glistening cum decorating Kylian’s stunning
body was the catalyst for Charles to find a gear he had never found
before. The slender Ferrari driver rocked his entire body weight into the
sexy black boy, sliding his bare 7-inch cock into the warm tightness of
Kylian’s rectum at nearly 3 strokes a second. Watching the sexy black boy
cum from his own powerful thrusts was everything Charles needed and more.
Groaning with every shot of cock Charles gave him, Kylian told the top how
much he loved his perfect cock. The PSG forward’s nuts were becoming
lighter with every passing second, shooting sweet velvet up through his
hard cock and out over his tense torso. It was at that moment Charles made
the end of Kylian’s orgasm feel like one of the best he’d even had. / The
next thrust was the one that took Charles over the edge. Kylian’s perfect
black boy hole had been convulsing arousingly for at least 20 seconds
through the intense moaning face of the horny bottom and combined with
Charles’ own deep thrusting conditions were perfect for the top’s
eruption. “Yes, yes, fucking sexy black boy, yesss!” Charles bellowed into
the night air as his next jab flooded Kylian’s tight guts with a thick load
of his creamy jizz. The top was now desperate with his thrusts, pulling his
cock back only a few inches to stab it back as hard as he could into
Kylian’s perfect body.
Kylian stroked the last drops of his cum out from his thick, dark head then
reached out with both hands to feel the sensation of Charles’ powerful
body. Kylian’s left hand took hold of the racer’s tense thigh while his
right gripped Charles’ tense bicep. “Oh my God.” Kylian exclaimed, feeling
the power of Charles’ horny body as it tensed to pump another hard thrust
into his aching body. To add to the tightened grip of his hands, Kylian
also squeezed his legs tighter, not enough to impede Charles’ progress but
just enough to communicate how amazing the Monegasque’s body felt as it
pumped the footballer full of Charles’ warm velvet.
The Ferrari driver continued to pump although his strength was beginning to
wane. Strong grunts emitted from the grumbling top as he threw his crotch
into Kylian’s firm arse several more times, milking his shaft for
everything it had. The strokes slowed and although he was practically
empty, Charles sent a couple more thrusts into the footballer’s cum-filled
hole. “Fuck.” Charles hissed, beginning to pull himself only to be stopped
by the footballer.
Kylian held Charles close and tight, not allowing the Ferrari driver to
pull away from him. The air around them remained peaceful and relatively
still, cooling their sweaty bodies as they sucked in as much air as they
could to regulate their excited heart rates. Reaching for the racer’s chin,
Kylian pulled Charles in for another kiss, sucking the sweet passion from
the sexy Monegasque’s lips as his swollen head throbbed within his tight
arse. The sex may have finished but the kisses were as ravenous as ever,
forcing their tongues deep into each other’s throats in a battle for
supremacy of their sexual desires.
Feeling his soft cock being squeezed out of Kylian’s black boy hole,
Charles gave the softest moan into the footballer’s face. Now they were
separated, Charles threw himself to the deck, spinning onto his back as he
landed with a thud. The breathing had eased somewhat but remained audible
as the pair looked at each other through the gloom. Two of the most
attractive men in their sports lay naked and satisfied as they looked into
each other’s eyes. “I’m so sorry baby?” Charles whispered. “For what?”
Kylian breathed. “For not letting you top.” Charles sighed, leaning forward
to place another kiss upon Kylian’s lips. The footballer giggled. “I came
first baby.” Kylian reminded him. “Hmmm, yes you did.” Charles beamed
rocking back into the footballer for another kiss. “It’s ok though, I will
get you next time, I promise.” Kylian smiled, holding Charles’ body tight.
For another 10 minutes the pair lay together, listening to the water
lapping at the boat’s hull. “I’ve never been so relaxed.” Kylian smiled,
caressing the Monegasque’s rough face. “I’ve never been so excited.”
Charles countered, leaning into Charles for yet another smooch. “You are so
beautiful Kylian, will we do this again?” Charles asked boldly.
“Hopefully…not…” Kylian responded. “…I want some of that nice olive
arse.” Kylian grinned. “Please do.” Charles beamed. There was still time to
snuggle, and they did with Charles affording himself another 5 minutes
wrapped around Kylian’s body. Finally pushing himself away from the
football idol, Charles dressed himself and kicked the engine back into
gear, ready to take them home.
END
