hour. Pierre suggested that they turn off onto a side street.
As they were walking down the darkened street, Pierre suddenly pushed Jacques into a doorway. He pulled at the zipper on his pants and Jacques’s penis sprang forward. Pierre slapped the phallus until it was stinging and throbbing with pleasure.
Jacques pushed Pierre’s head down onto his erection until he could feel it in the boy’s throat. He muffled his scream as he felt himself ready to come. He could hardly keep his balance.
Pierre quickly turned around and pulled his pants down. Jacques rammed his penis deep inside the boy. They both collapsed in the doorway.
* * *
During the next few weeks they covered all the Côte d’Azur from Monte Carlo to St.-Tropez. After they returned to the hotel they went down to the bar and found a very crowded room. They were greeted by M. Gould. He quickly found them a table.
Maurice had a pastis. “No one here knows there is a war going on,” he said as he motioned around the room. “The Germans are all over Monte Carlo and Nice. They have their families come down to vacation with them. Cannes has the English, c’est la même. From La Napoule through St.-Tropez there are all Scandinavians. I don’t see anything for us down here.”
Jacques had a cognac and a cigarette. “You’ve not been watching the same things I have.”
“You’re so smart,” Maurice said sarcastically. “What have I not seen?”
“The whores, male and female—they will destroy the German army here faster than any battle. Syphilis is rampant here. So Nice and Monte Carlo are not for us.”
“Then what is good for us?” Maurice asked.
“We build a villa in Cannes. I located a hill just behind the town of Cannes. The cost is very low, The owners are afraid of the war and want out. I also heard about four thousand hectares of farmland partly on the side of the hills in Bandol, not far from St.-Tropez.” Jacques ordered another cognac. “I already have our specialists from Cabernet analyzing the farmland to see if we can grow grapes. I’ve had a builder seeing if we could construct a winery.”
“And the answer?” Maurice asked.
“It will work,” Jacques answered. “In addition to this, I see great growth in the Côte after the war. I hear plans of many hotels and businesses here. I plan to make Plescassier water the first water sold in the entire Côte and also to become the biggest distributor.”
Maurice looked at him. “And where will you get all the money to do this expansion?”
“I will begin negotiations with the American, Monsieur Gould, and the German company, Wasserman. I will offer them fifteen percent of the company and profits and they will jump at the idea.” Jacques lit another cigarette. “There is only one small problem.”
“What’s that?” Maurice asked.
“I have the clap,” Jacques said. “I was stupid, I know. But he was a pretty young boy I met on an evening stroll.”
“Fleming has a cure for it,” Maurice smiled.
“ C’est vrai ,” Jacques answered. “But it’s annoying.”
7
Jean Pierre entered the headmaster’s office. He bowed politely. “Bonjour, Monsieur Barnett.”
The headmaster remained in his chair behind the desk. He spoke to Jean Pierre in English. “It is June, Jean Pierre, and the term is finished. Another week and the school will be deserted. Do you have a program for the summer? I haven’t heard from your father.”
“I haven’t heard from him either,” said Jean Pierre.
“But you do have enough money to get you through the summer. I just have not been given any instructions where you are to go when school is closed.” Mr. Barnett rose from behind his desk and faced Jean Pierre. “Have any of your classmates invited you to their home for the summer?”
Jean Pierre shook his head. “No.”
Mr. Barnett leaned back against the desk. “Very strange. Many of the pupils will have one or another of his classmates spend the summer with
As they were walking down the darkened street, Pierre suddenly pushed Jacques into a doorway. He pulled at the zipper on his pants and Jacques’s penis sprang forward. Pierre slapped the phallus until it was stinging and throbbing with pleasure.
Jacques pushed Pierre’s head down onto his erection until he could feel it in the boy’s throat. He muffled his scream as he felt himself ready to come. He could hardly keep his balance.
Pierre quickly turned around and pulled his pants down. Jacques rammed his penis deep inside the boy. They both collapsed in the doorway.
* * *
During the next few weeks they covered all the Côte d’Azur from Monte Carlo to St.-Tropez. After they returned to the hotel they went down to the bar and found a very crowded room. They were greeted by M. Gould. He quickly found them a table.
Maurice had a pastis. “No one here knows there is a war going on,” he said as he motioned around the room. “The Germans are all over Monte Carlo and Nice. They have their families come down to vacation with them. Cannes has the English, c’est la même. From La Napoule through St.-Tropez there are all Scandinavians. I don’t see anything for us down here.”
Jacques had a cognac and a cigarette. “You’ve not been watching the same things I have.”
“You’re so smart,” Maurice said sarcastically. “What have I not seen?”
“The whores, male and female—they will destroy the German army here faster than any battle. Syphilis is rampant here. So Nice and Monte Carlo are not for us.”
“Then what is good for us?” Maurice asked.
“We build a villa in Cannes. I located a hill just behind the town of Cannes. The cost is very low, The owners are afraid of the war and want out. I also heard about four thousand hectares of farmland partly on the side of the hills in Bandol, not far from St.-Tropez.” Jacques ordered another cognac. “I already have our specialists from Cabernet analyzing the farmland to see if we can grow grapes. I’ve had a builder seeing if we could construct a winery.”
“And the answer?” Maurice asked.
“It will work,” Jacques answered. “In addition to this, I see great growth in the Côte after the war. I hear plans of many hotels and businesses here. I plan to make Plescassier water the first water sold in the entire Côte and also to become the biggest distributor.”
Maurice looked at him. “And where will you get all the money to do this expansion?”
“I will begin negotiations with the American, Monsieur Gould, and the German company, Wasserman. I will offer them fifteen percent of the company and profits and they will jump at the idea.” Jacques lit another cigarette. “There is only one small problem.”
“What’s that?” Maurice asked.
“I have the clap,” Jacques said. “I was stupid, I know. But he was a pretty young boy I met on an evening stroll.”
“Fleming has a cure for it,” Maurice smiled.
“ C’est vrai ,” Jacques answered. “But it’s annoying.”
7
Jean Pierre entered the headmaster’s office. He bowed politely. “Bonjour, Monsieur Barnett.”
The headmaster remained in his chair behind the desk. He spoke to Jean Pierre in English. “It is June, Jean Pierre, and the term is finished. Another week and the school will be deserted. Do you have a program for the summer? I haven’t heard from your father.”
“I haven’t heard from him either,” said Jean Pierre.
“But you do have enough money to get you through the summer. I just have not been given any instructions where you are to go when school is closed.” Mr. Barnett rose from behind his desk and faced Jean Pierre. “Have any of your classmates invited you to their home for the summer?”
Jean Pierre shook his head. “No.”
Mr. Barnett leaned back against the desk. “Very strange. Many of the pupils will have one or another of his classmates spend the summer with
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