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Jean wasn’t one of those people who tended to pay too much attention to others. He had learned to keep his distance, especially since the outbreak of the Blight. Alliances between nations to survive, trust was debatable among strangers and faith had become more fragile. What he really missed was his son Jacob's friendship with a young Englishman whose name he didn’t yet know.
He watched them discreetly, observing as the two conversed animatedly. Jacob had always been quiet and didn't interact much with others, barely exchanging a few words. However, since that boy had appeared, something in him had changed.
He smiled more.
Jean should have felt relieved that his son had found companionship, but he had always been skeptical of the English, especially after the tensions that arose during the formation of the alliances.
One day, as Jean was checking the supplies in the warehouse, he heard Jacob and the guy approaching, laughing. A pang of suspicion shot through him. What was it about this boy that made his son spend so much time with him?
He decided it was time to find out more about the guy who seemed to be so close to his son. When they walked in, Jacob stopped short at the sight of his father, he hadn’t expected to see him there.
“Oh... hi, Dad. I didn’t know you were here”
“I didn’t expect to be here either” Jean replied with a wry smile, fixing his gaze on the boy accompanying his son.
“And who is this boy?”
“This is Barry”
Barry, with a beaming smile, stepped forward and extended his hand immediately. Jean watched him more closely as they shook hands. He was able to appreciate Barry in more detail. The boy had bright green eyes, dotted with freckles on his cheeks, and somewhat messy red hair that contrasted with his fair skin. He was slightly shorter than Jacob, but he was cute
“It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I've heard a lot about you, and it was all good things!” said Barry with an energy that caught Jean off guard. “Thank you for all this, my mates and I really appreciate it”
Jean cracked a smile, though still watching him warily and maintaining his composure.
This boy radiates a lot of optimism.
“You're welcome” Jean replied, letting go of Barry's hand and casting a quick glance at Jacob. “We're doing what we can to keep everything together.”
The way Barry talks, so open and enthusiastic with others, was different from what Jean had expected from someone who had survived the chaos. Most of the people he had met since the infection tended to be reserved and even distrustful. Jean didn't want to admit it, he instantly understood why Jacob was so captivated by the boy.
He was charming.
Very charming.
…
The room was lit only by the dim light of a flickering candle on the table, casting soft shadows on the walls. They had had too much to drink, and Jean pinned Barry beneath him on the bed, his eyes reflecting an intensity like that of a predator cornering its prey. He positioned himself between Barry’s legs. As Jean positioned himself over him, Barry felt the officer's erection through his pants. It felt good, the way that bulge pressed against his crotch, and he flushed at the thought of what awaited him.
Jean raised a hand, gently brushing Barry's face. His fingers explored the contours of his cheeks until they reached his chin. Barry closed his eyes, his breathing quickening as the tension in the air grew with each passing second.
“A boy like you... with my brat” Jean murmured, his voice slurred and thick with a menacing tone. “I saw you together... and I’m jealous. Tonight..., you’re mine...”
Barry, surprised by the man's words, couldn't think straight, his head was spinning. The lack of response only elicited a smirk from Jean. Without further warning, he tilted his head and captured Barry's lips in a demanding kiss. Their tongues met in a brush that quickly turned aggressive. Barry tried to resist but found himself trapped, unable to move due to Jean's strength. The taste of wine still permeated his lips, added to Jean's warm, intoxicating scent, which enveloped him like a fog. A small moan escaped his lips as the french bit his lip, the mixture of pain and shock brought tears to his eyes.
As the kiss intensified, Barry felt increasingly dizzy. Jean liked the bewildered expression on the young man's face, so he left little nibbles on his neck, savoring him like candy, wanting to savor him completely.
“So good, mon chéri...” he said in a domineering tone, his breath heavy with alcohol sending shivers down Barry's spine. The feeling of being touched this way overwhelmed him, pushing him into a state of pleasure.
“S-stop it...” murmured Barry, his voice trembling.
“Easy, amour, there’s nothing to be afraid of. No one will interrupt us…” Jean whispered softly.
He unbuttoned Barry's shirt, revealing his pink nipples already swollen.
The sensation of the older man's fingertips against his chest made Barry shudder, an involuntary sigh escaping his lips. Each touch felt like a spark coursing across his skin, creating a heat that took his breath away.
“What am I doing?” Barry thought, recalling the image of Jacob and their first kiss, a special moment for both of them, but his body was giving in, and he felt confused and bad.
“You look cute like this…" Jean said with a big smile, his eyes sparkling with desire. His hands slid gently over Barry's breasts, squeezing and massaging them with a firm but delicate touch.
Barry let out a low moan, his body reacting to the pleasure of the touches. “You're very sensitive, huh…?” Jean continued, leaning closer with a mischievous grin that made Barry's heart race. He hungrily proceeded to lick the British boy’s nipples, teasing each one with his tongue, alternating between soft, lingering licks and sharp, playful bites that sent electric shivers coursing through his body.
“He…doesn’t touch you like that, does he?” Jean’s question echoed in his mind like a disturbing echo. A wave of guilt engulfed him, they had planned to connect one day, but the pleasure he felt in this moment... Barry averted his gaze, feeling a deep sense of shame. “I-It’s my first time...”
Jacob…I’m sorry…
Upon the declaration, Jean pulled down the Englishman's pants, revealing the fabric of his underwear, which was damp to the touch. As he brushed the fabric with his fingers, pleasure coursed through Barry's body, forcing him to cover his mouth with his hand to stifle another moan. With a firm gesture, Jean removed his underwear, exposing his pussy, red and wet. The sight made him widen his smile, he leaned forward, bringing his warm breath close to Barry's wet opening. He began to gently lick his clit with slow, sensual movements.
The feel of Jean's tongue on his clit turned him on. He didn't stop there, he inserted two fingers into Barry, pumping inside his tight pussy, which caused him to arch forward, seeking more.
“Please!” demanded Barry. Jean added more fingers, pounding inside and faster, as he licked his clit. Barry tried to hold back his moans, but the pleasure was so intense that it escaped his lips. In an instant, he’s squirting, letting out a long moan that echoed in the room as his essence splashed across the Frenchman's face. The latter, with an expression of delight, savored every drop, enjoying it.
The brit was a mess, his legs trembling. He wanted more, and when he raised his head, he met Jean's burning gaze as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Barry's eyes widened like saucers as he saw the size of the Frenchman's cock, who was masturbating. Jean's hands slid down Barry's legs, lining his cock up with his entrance, the brit passed saliva, hesitating to let it in.
“I'm going to put it in now..” whispered Jean excitedly, rubbing his cock on Barry's pussy, wetting it with the fluids they both shared. “Let's make kids…”
“Wait!”
With a slow, deliberate movement, Jean's cock began to enter his wet hole. Barry cried and moaned from the pleasure of the cock entering slowly.
"It hurts… Aaah!"
Jean grabbed Barry's leg and pushed slowly. The feeling of that cock filling him completely made him lose his breath, he squirted out of his hole.
“You came that fast?” Jean teased. ”How does it feel to have someone else's cock? You like it so much you've already come again”
With those words, he began to move, his rhythm relentless. Barry, lost in the surge of pleasure, couldn't help but moan like a whore in heat, begging for more and more, praising that big cock. Each onslaught made Jean's balls slap against his ass, the dirty sounds of sex and the English moans just echoed in the room, intensifying the desire-charged atmosphere.
Suddenly, the French gave him a slap on the ass, and Barry let out a muffled moan, his body reacting to the boldness, shamelessly moaning. “Do you like that…? Do you like how I fuck you? Tell me!” he exclaimed, his hands gripping Barry's neck and squeezing it. The boy opened his mouth, and his eyes rolled back and Jean was fucking him to the hilt.
“Yes! like that...like that...breed me, please...” Barry could barely speak, lost in a sea of sensations that were driving him to the brink. The pressure was building inside him, and his breath hitched as he saw a bulge in his belly.
Barry was giving himself over completely.
“Look at you, so desperate... Jacob won't even realize that I knocked you up”
Deftly, Jean lifted Barry's legs and draped them over his shoulders, penetrating him deeper.
The Englishman, caught in a whirlwind of sensations, humiliation, he didn't care about anything. Jean was bottoming out with each thrust, pounding his uterus, making it throb with pleasure.
“So big...so big...”
Jean's smirk widened as he saw Barry lost in lust, grinning and sticking out his tongue, with tears streaming down his freckles. Panting, he was so overstimulated that he could think of nothing but the older man's cock.
With a grunt, Jean reached his climax and delivered his last thrust, ejaculating inside of Barry, who moaned loudly as he felt himself being filled, so hot…
Jean pulled out of him, saw his semen spurt out of Barry's pussy, realized what he did.
“Father...?"
There was no turning back now.