Author's Note:- This is the sixth chapter of "Terri, Beth et Tommy - Un séjour inoubliable dans le sud de la France" If you are new to this story I would suggest that you read "Tommy meets Terri" before reading this story to familiarise yourself with the characters and the situation between them. Also, I like to think of this story not as simply a sex-story, but rather as a story that has some sex in it (albeit quite a lot of it!)All characters are over 18.
Tommy, Beth et Terri -- Un séjour inoubliable dans le sud de la France
Chapter 6 -- Awakenings and Revelations
Our planned daytrip to Monaco was an unqualified success. We were unsure whether we would be able to park the car in the tiny principality - the world's second smallest independent nation (the very smallest being the Vatican City) - so we decided to park up at the local rail station and took the train to Monte Carlo instead.
Let me say at this point that Monte Carlo was everything I had envisioned it would be; glamorous people, fabulous yachts gently bobbing in the azure blue waters of the harbour, the ornate architecture of the casino with the vivid turquoise patina of verdigris gracing its distinctive copper roof. And of course, for a Formula 1 fanatic such as myself it was nothing less than a pilgrimage.
I had always longed to see the famous street circuit for myself, especially the iconic hairpin at the Grand Hotel, the chicanes around the swimming pool and the restaurant at La Rassecasse. In my mind I envisioned all my F1 heroes from decades past, battling each other for supremacy on the twisting streets of the
Circuit de Monte Carlo
. The smell of high octane racing fuel and burning rubber permeating the air, the roar of high-performance engines and the massed crowds of spectators occupying every balcony, terrace, yacht and grandstand seat to witness the gladiatorial battle of man versus machine. I was in petrolhead heaven!
The girls also enjoyed their day enormously -- there were plenty of designer boutiques and high-class fashion outlets to keep them amused for hours.
It was a perfect day -- apart from one thing.
Alex.
It wasn't that I resented his presence or anything - he was a nice guy and I liked him enormously. And that was part of the problem. The previous day I had discovered that I had...
feelings
for him. These feelings confused me greatly and his very presence that day did nothing to assuage them. In fact, if anything, it made them worse.
Okay, so maybe
worse
is the wrong adjective to use in this instance, but it was true that these feelings were eating away inside me and having the object of those confusing feelings following me around all day did nothing to help me to overcome them.
It didn't help that he was almost as fanatical about motor racing as I was, although being American; his allegiances were with Nascar and Indycar racing. He was still reasonably knowledgeable about Formula 1 however, so we chatted for ages about motorsport as the girls dragged us around while they window-shopped.
Anyway, after a thoroughly tiring day we dropped Alex and Jenny back at their hostel in the village and returned to our villa.
We were so tired and footsore after a day of exploring Monaco on foot that we all simply headed for bed. Within minutes of my head hitting my pillows I was fast asleep.
I dreamt I was in the cockpit of a 1966 BRM P261 Formula 1 car, resplendent in British Racing Green hurtling around the streets of Monte Carlo. I was in the lead of the Grand Prix with only one lap to go. I could almost taste the champagne and feel the weight of the magnificent trophy in my hands presented to me by the Prince himself as I stood on the podium soaking up the rapturous adulation of throngs of spectators. But then all of a sudden, as I negotiated the final corner of the final lap, I saw someone waving to me. Someone familiar. Someone... naked.
Alex.
Distracted by the sight of the naked American boy - his serene musculature, his smooth tanned skin almost glowing in the warm sunshine, his circumcised penis proudly erect and drooling with a glistening string of precum that glittered in the sun - I lost control and crashed heavily into the barriers. Within seconds I was passed by my rivals, my chances of victory dashed by the beautiful vision of perfect naked masculinity I had witnessed.
"HUUAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"
I awoke with a start, sweat was dripping off my body and I was panting loudly. More to the point, I was massively erect. What on earth was happening to me?
I don't know if it was a conscious decision at that point, but I found myself pulling down and then kicking off my underwear and then grasping my erection firmly. My eyes closed, I set about trying to continue my dream whilst masturbating furiously. I imagined Alex leaping over the barriers and rescuing me from the twisted wreckage of my car, taking me in his arms and carrying me to safety while the race marshals set about removing the remains of my car from the track. I fantasised about him taking me to a quiet corner of an alleyway away from the circuit and the crowds, removing my crash helmet, pulling off my racing overalls and my underwear leaving me as naked as he. My eyes peered down to see him first tentatively licking the tip of my penis, then sucking the head of my erection into his mouth and then taking my entire length down into his throat.
That thought was all it took - I erupted massively, a forceful blast of semen fired from my penis and landed on my belly. A brief flash of intense pleasure accompanied my emission, which was then followed by a long trembling, shuddering orgasm that seemed to last for an eternity. Eventually, now utterly spent, I collapsed back on to the bed. My desire sated, I panted like a dog on a hot day.
I gradually came to my senses and then it hit me what I had done. I had masturbated whilst fantasising about being fellated by another man. I had pleasured myself whilst imagining Alex, himself completely naked and equally as erect as I, using his mouth and tongue to caress my sensitive penis and milk me of my precious fluid directly down into his waiting gullet for him to savour the taste of semen...
MY
semen.
I felt like I was beginning to lose my mind.
I looked across at the clock by my bedside - 4:34 am. I reached across and took some tissues from the box that Madame Verache, the villa's owner, had kindly left in each of the bedrooms. As I cleaned myself up I reflected on the day we had spent at the cove, making love to my sister and pleasuring Terri at the same time while Jenny and Alex watched on. I was so utterly confused by all this -- I still found the feelings I had for Beth, and Terri also, to be wonderfully arousing. The mere thought of being with them made me happy in a way that I had never experienced before. So why was I feeling the same way about Alex? Why was I having the same kinds of erotic dreams about him as I had about my twin sister and her best friend?
Why did I have a desire to find out if he felt the same way about me?
My thoughts kept me awake, it was a warm night and sleep was turning out to be somewhat elusive. So I just lay there in bed being tortured by the thoughts I was having and feeling regretful but at the same time aroused by the notion that I had masturbated to the mental image of receiving a blowjob from another male.
At that moment I wanted nothing more than to be woken up by either Beth or Terri for some early morning sex but neither of them disturbed me. It turned out, as I was later to discover, that Terri was having her period. She told me it had started the day before when we were in Monaco, and as a result, she simply wasn't in the mood for sex that day. Beth meanwhile was far too tired from the previous day's excursion to even entertain the thought of engaging in any sexual liaisons.
So I was just left there alone in bed with my thoughts.
Eventually, as the clock by my bedside ticked over to 8:30am I roused myself from the sweaty confines of my bed and went into our bathroom to take a shower. The water was cool and refreshing after what had been the warmest night of our holiday so far. As I lathered up with plenty of shower gel I felt myself once more fantasising about being with Alex, wishing that he was in the shower with me, lathering each other up and then... and then what? What did I really want to do with him?
I found myself massively erect once more. I was so utterly confused by all this -- I shouldn't be feeling so... turned-on by another male. It was wrong... it was... sick. I needed a distraction,
any
distraction.
When Beth eventually roused herself from her slumber and the three of us reconvened over breakfast, we decided to visit the waterpark we had talked about a couple of days earlier. Beth and Terri both agreed that it would be nice to invite Jenny and Alex if they didn't have anything else planned. I was somewhat against the idea because it meant having Alex around -- it sounds daft I know, because I
really did
like being with him. It was just that I didn't want to have a constant reminder of what I had done after waking up from
that
dream. And I was still full of latent ingrained homophobia. It wasn't that I was prejudiced, well maybe a little, but it was more a case of me being afraid that I might be gay and all of the negative connotations and implications that were attached to that label. Not least to the effect it had on my own sense of masculinity. Especially in an age where there was mass hysteria about HIV - the 'gay plague' as some were calling it back then. I had an irrational fear that if I was gay then I too would succumb to that dreadful disease. It seems silly looking back on it all now but I really wasn't able to think straight at all at the time. I guess I was still immature -- Beth was always the more mature of the two of us.