Following the end of another grueling Formula 1 season, Charles Leclerc
set off for a well-earned holiday. This year following the usual season
finale in Abu Dhabi Charles stayed in the Middle East, traveling to Qatar
with his brother Arthur and his best friend Pierre Gasly to support France
in the World Cup. “This is gonna be so awesome.” Charles beamed as he
scrolled through his phone looking at the fixtures. “Allez Le Bleu!” Pierre
replied, shaking his fist enthusiastically. “Allezzzz!!!” Arthur agreed,
giggling as he did so.
“Who are you looking most forward to seeing, other than Les Bleus?” Pierre
asked the Leclerc brothers. “Err, I think I’d like to see Brazil.” Arthur
replied. “Oooh yes, good one I agree, hopefully we get to see Brazil.”
Charles nodded enthusiastically.
Their short flight from Abu Dhabi landed and the three racing stars entered
Qatar. Met by a driver, they were taken to their hotel where they were
shown to their penthouse suite. “Oooh la la.” Charles beamed. “Oui oui.”
Pierre agreed while Arthur just grinned happily as their eyes scanned the
room. A clean white design with bright spotlights. The furniture covered in
navy blue fabric included a couple of comfortable looking sofas and a pair
of reclining armchairs surrounding a glass coffee table.
The young racers emptied their bags into their wardrobes before reuniting
in their living room. “Should we go and check out the fan zone?” Pierre
suggested. The Leclerc brothers nodded, and they set off.
The roasting Qatari heat had forced some fan zones indoors, but the French
boys had spent so much time growing up in the Mediterranean sun they
chanced a walk down to the beach. The expected buzz of a world cup wasn’t
quite there but that didn’t matter, there was still an atmosphere, the
atmosphere that something special was about to happen.
Girls in bikinis playing volleyball, Charles elbowed Arthur, “Make sure you
hang something on the door yeah.” He grinned, causing Arthur to
blush. “Girls in bikinis and boys in Speedos, you should have a few things
to hang on the door brother.” Arthur teased back. “Nice comeback, but I’m a
good boy.” Charles replied. “Liar!” Pierre jumped in. “Ha, you’re the
worst!!!” Charles scoffed, jabbing his fingers into Pierre’s abs. “Arfff.”
Pierre groaned.
The racing trio found the fan zone and flashed their passes. “This way
please.” The security guard smiled, pointing them away from the main crowd
towards a section separated from public access. The difference was
noticeable, they were still overlooking the beach, but they couldn’t get
there directly. Instead, there were man made, sandy volleyball courts, rows
of sun loungers each with their own cup holders and a waiter service.
“Ooh la la.” Pierre beamed, scanning the clientele. There were a few
familiar faces, big shot businesspeople, representatives from the sponsors
and children of the world’s rich list all sunning themselves and drinking
copious amounts of alcohol. The boys instantly felt at home, it was as if
Monaco had been flown over to the Gulf, the life of a VIP.
The boys were seated overlooking the private pool, watching a drunken game
of intergender water polo. “Three beers please.” Charles asked politely to
a speedy waiter. “See anything you like?” Pierre asked into Arthur’s ear as
the F3 driver silently scanned the pool for talent. “There is a bit to see,
yes. How about you?” Arthur replied. “No one wants Pierre when the Leclerc
boys are in town.” Pierre sniggered jokingly. “Maybe if you fixed that
stupid beard.” Charles interjected rudely. “Hey putain!” Pierre laughed,
clipping Charles across the ear.
Presented with three glasses of cool, crisp lager the trio began their
World Cup 2022 experience sheltered from the baking Qatari sun. “This is so
cool.” Charles grinned leaning back into his chair to feel even more
relaxed and echoed by mumbles of agreement from Arthur and Pierre who
sipped their beers simultaneously. The three young men felt privileged
looking out on the picture surrounding them, the biggest tournament in
sport and they were VIP guests.
A ripple of applause began as some athletic young men walked into their
bar. Necks looked around to see who or what was causing the
commotion. Charles, Pierre and Arthur were no exception, craning their
necks to get a better view before Charles exclaimed, “Oh my God, it’s the
German team!” “Really?!” Pierre & Arthur chimed in unison before sighing in
awe as they caught a glimpse of several familiar fancy hairdos before the
famous faces that owned them came into view. Although the F1 stars were
household names themselves, the occasion added an extra X-factor to the
footballers’ status as superstars.
The German players dispersed into the VIP section mingling with a few of
the personalities around and posing for a few pictures. Charles could feel
his heart pounding excitedly, there was one German footballer who had
caught his attention recently and there he was, approaching the three
racers.
“Oh my God. Kai, this is so amazing.” Charles beamed hopping out of his
seat to greet the tall German, joined by Pierre and Arthur. “Hey guys, are
you having a good time?” Kai asked politely. The three racers nodded
enthusiastically, bringing a chuckle from Kai. “Great.” “Do you mind if we
have a picture with you?” Charles asked boldly. “Sure, that’s why we are
here.” Kai explained, half rolling his eyes. “Ahh media shit for the
sponsors, and there I was thinking you wanted to hang out with us.” Pierre
scoffed playfully as he and Charles threw their arms over the tall German’s
shoulders and posed for Arthur to take their picture. “Something like
that.” Kai grinned, posing for the photo.
“Do one more.” Kai demanded as Arthur prepared to hand the phone back and
posed for his own picture. “Ok, 3, 2, 1.” He called and as Arthur watched
on, Kai took a handful of Charles’ arse and squeezed hard. “Arghhh.”
Charles groaned, wheeling away while Pierre looked across with surprise and
Kai chuckled to himself. Charles looked up at Kai to see the playful glint
in the footballer’s eye and held his hand up for a chest bump handshake
during which they chuckled together. After posing for one more picture with
Arthur, Kai left them, “Send me those pictures please.” He smiled as he
moved away to join another group of people.
The racers posed with several more members of the German team including
Serge Gnabry and Joshua Kimmich, but Charles couldn’t think beyond
Kai. Those beautiful model-like features were simply breathtaking. Charles
sighed, watching every movement and every smile. The German team departed,
and the commotion began to die down. “You ok Charles?” Pierre asked with a
thoughtful frown. “Yes, I’m good just thinking.” Charles replied snapping
out of his daydream. “He was totally checking you out!” Pierre giggled like
an excited schoolgirl while Arthur looked through his pictures. Charles
took a sip of his drink, thinking to himself [was he checking me out? Is
that why he grabbed my arse?]
}
Charles sent his pictures to Kai as the footballer had requested after
finding the Chelsea star on social media. “Thank you so much, these pics
are excellent.” Kai replied promptly. “Yeah, they look so cool.” Charles
replied equally rapidly. “Are you coming to a Germany game?” Kai
replied. “We don’t have a ticket for one :(” Charles replied. “That’s ok, I
wouldn’t be able to see you anyway. It would be better if you came to our
hotel sometime. We have free time for an hour or two each day.” “Ok, tell
me when and where to meet you!!!” Charles beamed at his screen as he typed.
}
“You made it!” Kai beamed happily as Charles arrived at his hotel’s
entrance. “You didn’t bring your brother?” He continued looking around
expectantly. “No, I thought you were only inviting me.” Charles giggled
with a shrug. “Yeah, that makes sense to me. Come, let’s walk along the
beach.” Kai smiled, beckoning the Ferrari driver to follow him.
Moving through the lobby the young sportsmen headed through onto the
private beach where they could talk interrupted only by the sounds of the
ocean and of any other footballers quietly sat on their sun loungers. Kai
led them from the small groups of people near the hotel towards the end of
the beach where the pair were alone and uninterrupted. As Charles
mindlessly spoke, explaining all the little details of being an F1 driver
he had noticed the scenery changing and wondered exactly what Kai had in
mind. Now with no one to see them and no one to interrupt them the German
could make his move.
Charles had seen that look in someone’s eyes many times before and pouting
his lips he braced as the beautiful German turned towards him closing in
and gently brushing his lips against the racer’s. The kiss was tender and
gentle, filled with admiration as the German leaned into Charles, tasting
the flavour the beautiful Monegasque’s lips had to offer.
Charles pecked back gently, allowing Kai to lead them and enjoy the
adventure the German had decided to embark upon with him. As the emotions
rushed through him, Charles looked into the cool steel of Kai’s grey
eyes. The look which returned to him convinced Charles that there was
plenty of fun ahead but only if he wanted it, and of course he wanted it!
The Monegasque returned Kai’s affection by resting his hands on the
footballer’s hips and pulling him a little closer. Slowly their kiss turned
from a moment of passion to a game of body language.
Driven on by his raging boner Kai pressed deeper into Charles’ face,
sliding his tongue between the Ferrari driver’s lips. The footballer’s
hands crept down Charles’ back and came to rest on the Monegasque’s firm
round cheeks. The sportsmen were now connected at the crotch and grinding
firmly. Kai found the rising tension unbearable, he wanted to throw the
stunning racer onto his back and fuck him into next year.
“Oh my God we have to stop!” Kai groaned, breaking from Charles’ lips and
leaning back. The Ferrari driver held Kai steady, “What’s wrong?” Charles
frowned. “Nothing and everything.” Kai sighed, “I want to do everything to
you and with you, but if we are seen I will get in so much
trouble. Charles’ face broke into a broad smile, “Oh, that’s ok. I thought
you were having second thoughts. Okay, if you don’t want anyone to see us,
then come to my hotel, Arthur and Pierre won’t tell anyone.” He beamed. Kai
looked back at Charles with an expression that said, I need a little more
convincing. “Pierre is my best friend and Arthur is my brother, they will
keep our secret.” Charles giggled pulling the lanky German in for another
cuddle. “Ok, I believe you, I will come over the day after we win the
final. Will you be around until then?” Kai smiled. “Yes, I can’t wait!”
Charles smiled.
“I’ve still got another 30 minutes of freedom. We could touch ourselves
hidden behind this dune.” Kai smiled, nodding to the rise in the sand
behind them. “Oh my God, yes.” Charles hissed excitedly, collapsing down to
the sand. Kai sniggered as he dropped to the ground close to the Ferrari
driver. Lifting their hips in unison the sexy sportsmen unleashed their
hard cocks. Impressed by the sight across from them, both Charles and Kai
took hold of their own uncut cocks and began stroking themselves while
studying each other’s erect cocks.
Kai’s eyes watched Charles intently, watching the Ferrari driver’s biceps
tense deliciously as he stroked his beautiful 7 incher. The oliveness of
Charles’ skin was a sight to behold, the German felt his cock throbbing at
the idea of running his tongue along it, licking Charles from top to
bottom, perfection. Those skinny legs, covered in a nice coat of dark hair
looked so biteable. Kai could feel it in the base of his nuts, he wanted to
explode all over that sexy body.
Charles too took the opportunity to study Kai’s attractive physique. The
lanky German looked so smooth and lean. As Charles watched the footballer’s
muscles bulge beautifully, Charles wondered if Kai’s complexion was
naturally light olive or had he acquired a strong tan. It didn’t matter
either way, the lanky German was stunning, the thought of that smooth,
slender body pounding him into a mattress in his hotel room seemed so good
his cock throbbed hungrily. At 6’4″ (1.93m) the German’s long, skinny legs
looked perfect for creating plenty of distance between Charles’ arse and
Kai’s crotch before spearing him hard, another wild from the Monegasque’s
shaft told Charles it agreed.
Kai could see the look in Charles’ eyes as he studied the racer’s handsome
face, he was fighting hard against the urge to do something they may
regret, and Kai too struggled with his self-control. The Ferrari driver was
insanely cute and as his eyes scanned Charles’ perfect body, watching that
Monegasque meat throbbing in Charles’ hand, Kai’s mind went racing to a
premonition of the moment he would slide his skinny body between Charles’
inviting legs. As if they were sharing the same vision, Charles watched
Kai’s 7.5-inch cock imagining how their moment together would play out.
The pair stroked their meat with increasing vigour studying each other
while simultaneously imagining the hot sex they would soon be enjoying
together. The image of their naked bodies writhing together in a sweaty
clinch with plenty of heavy breathing formed loud and clear in their horny
minds. They shared the idea that Kai should be on top, thrusting that hard
German sausage into Charles’ waiting body while the Ferrari driver pulled
in those strong hips, encouraging the footballer to give him everything he
had.
Charles’ breathing became lighter, overcome by the image of Kai’s toned
body spread over him with dominance, the Ferrari driver wanted only to
squeeze those muscles as they tensed, thrusting Kai’s German meat into his
body and that thought was enough to induce a powerful orgasm. The
Monegasque’s mind was in magnificent form, creating an image so hot Charles
could touch it. The Ferrari driver’s hairy nuts clenched, and white cream
squirted up his shaft to land across his abs.
Kai watched the view just across from him, the stunning young Monegasque
looked heavenly as he coated his body in his own seed. [The next time he
does that, my cock will be inside that hot, sexy body!] Kai told himself,
imagining how that warm olive flesh would feel around his hard German
cock. The footballer felt his cock throb, pulsing with excitement at the
thought of filling Charles with his seed. Kai’s fist gripped tight around
his tip and with that vivid 4D thought in his mind of Charles’ sexy body
wrapped around his head, Kai felt his cock erupt.
Both sportsmen were groaning as they shot, their eyes locked onto the other
man’s delicious body. Warm pearly cream splattered across each of their abs
in shiny droplets as they devoured the beautiful sight before them. Their
ejaculations synced perfectly in both size and timing although Charles was
a shot ahead.
3 shots of cum painted their toned pecs, dribbling down to their abs which
became covered in more shots of their own milk. Their torsos rose and fell
with the increased intensity of their breathing. Charles and Kai locked
eyes again watching the expression on the other’s face as the surge of
their orgasms continued to overcome them. The cum shower continued with
another pair of weakening shots as the sportsmen scanned each other’s
bodies one last time. Like they weren’t hot enough in the flesh, the marbly
cream splattered across their skin made both Charles and Kai hotter still.
Tugging the final few drops from their cocks, Charles and Kai shared
another prolonged moment of eye contact, swimming in the beauty of the
other man’s gaze. Thin white droplets of cum formed at their tips, both
Charles and Kai continued to stroke, emptying their shafts of any remaining
residue. Sharing another smile, Kai looked into Charles’ eyes and released
his cock, allowing the softening muscle to fall against his sticky abs.
“I think we should have a walk in the water.” Kai grinned, looking down at
his sticky tummy. “I think you’re right.” Charles nodded, quickly pulling
up his beach shorts and checking that they hadn’t been seen. Kai too pulled
up his beach shorts and the pair walked straight into the water
together. The water of the Persian Gulf felt nice and mild against their
skin as the pair wading in far enough to cover the cum splattered torso and
with a couple of underwater wipes, the evidence was lost at sea.
Pulling his head under for a full dip, Kai took a look at Charles’ cute
legs through the crystal-clear water and smiled, then kicking off he
paddled out gently. Charles jumped under chasing the German as he waded out
a little further then came to a stop. The two young athletes looked even
cuter with their brown hair flattened by water and their faces
drenched. “You look so beautiful.” Charles remarked unreservedly. “Ha,
thanks, you look very good yourself.” Kai laughed. “I can’t wait until you
come over.” Charles grinned. “Hopefully it’s not until late in December.”
Kai chuckled. “I hope so too, for you.” Charles beamed sweetly.
END
