One Night Stand by Tyler Ben

Author:Tyler, Ben [Tyler, Ben]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Published: 1938-07-18T08:00:00+00:00

TWENTY

Sex with Rand and Pat. It wasn’t nearly as arduous for Derek as even the shortest shift at Onyx. Still, after the men departed Weybridge Cottage, Derek fell into a deep sleep in his private apartment. When he awoke late in the evening, Francois had already arrived at the house. He was sipping a Merlot and admiring the garden, when Derek finally introduced himself.

To be a sex symbol in America, one has to be gym pumped and flawlessly assembled. Francois Uberand exuded sexuality, but in a natural, confident way. He did not spend hours every day with a trainer, or limit his intake of carbs, although his body fat was eight percent. Slightly shorter than Derek, Francois was solid, beefy and rugged as a football quarterback.

Unsmiling but not unfriendly, Derek accepted Francois’s hand in greeting. “Parlez-vois Anglais?” Derek asked.

“Oui. A little,” Francois said modestly, then began speaking very broken but charming English. He tried to explain that he’d been studying with an American teacher, with the hope that he would be able to make the crossover to Hollywood films. “You are Brent’s boyfriend?” Francois asked pointedly.

Derek smiled. “No,” he said, trying to find the words to describe their association. “We have an arrangement.”

“Oui. An arrangement.” Francois nodded his head in understanding.

“Where did you and Brent meet?” Derek asked, trying to alter the conversation.

“I fell in love with Brent at the festival in Cannes. He won the Palm D’or for Shirtless. He was more beautiful than Hugh Jackman. And so my agent she introduce us. We had ferocious sex.”

“You and Brent, or you and your agent?” Derek mocked the Frenchman.

“Oui,” Francois said, not quite understanding the question. “You have nasty sex with Brent?” he asked. “I thought we would fuck again. I am now in his American house and he is away.”

“Brent is very sorry that he could not be here to fuck you,” Derek said and thought, If that’s the gutter language Francois speaks, then I will too. “Brent has asked me to take his place. If you don’t mind,” he said.

Francois smiled for the first time. “Oui. Francois is very much glad if you fuck him.”

Derek took Francois’s glass of Merlot from his hand and raised it to his own lips. He knocked back the red wine. Colliding with his empty stomach, the alcohol made an immediate impact on him. He set the glass down and as he straightened up, he slowly peeled off his tank top in an erotic show. Bare chested, Derek moved in closer to Francois. “I saw your movie Cri de la Conscience on DVD this afternoon. Shall I fuck you the way you fucked Latanya Veber?”

Francois removed his own T-shirt and enveloped Derek in his arms. Their lips quickly met and each opened his mouth eager for the other’s tongue. Francois’s masculine body made Derek more aroused. He loved the smell of a man’s perspiration, and Francois had not showered after his long flight from Paris. Derek devoured the Frenchman’s rank odor. His tongue lapped at the stud’s stomach, sternum, chest and underarm pits.

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