I pulled Cass’s cock out of my mouth and said, “Did you get that?” Actually, he had quite a nice cock, and I’m certainly not above putting someone’s cock in my mouth just because I don’t like him. Get real. But this was something quite different. This was my little plot to put Mr. Cass Brewster in a position where he couldn’t blackmail his little lady friends. I know you’re thinking, It also allows you to suck his cock, which is something you probably have been wanting to do all along anyway. Which is probably not entirely wrong. I am not particularly drawn to Mister Cass, but on the other hand, I have an exploratory nature.
Steve nodded. “That was a good one.” He was holding the camera. He had a big erection. He was helping me record Cass Brewster having sex with two guys as part of our sting operation here in Cornichons, but he was finding it sexually not all that boring. I was glad, so if this whole thing came up for discussion later, I can always say, “You got hard, too, my friend.”
I had run into Cass in the grocery store only a few days after my conversation with Nina. You run into everyone at the grocery store. Actually, there are two groceries in Cornichons, almost across the street from each other. One is the more serious one, which I’m sure hasn’t changed in twenty years. The other is run by a bed-headed blonde and is a bit snappier in its merchandise. I try to divide my purchases between the two of them so I don’t have to skulk when I walk past either of them. I was buying some fresh fruit to keep in my room so I don’t have to starve to death during the night. Actually, I sleep so late, sometimes I have to grab an apple and run for it without any coffee or croissant or anything. Cass was buying breakfast food and some Diet Coke. All bachelors have the same food purchasing patterns, I guess.
“I haven’t seen you around,” Cass said as we stood by the little counter waiting to check out.
“They have me closeted at the Abbey all day,” I said. “Those kids require constant attention.”
“Are you just as closeted at night?” he said.
“Actually, I’m not really closeted at all,” I said. “That was just an expression. How about you?”
Cass looked around to see if there were any English speakers within earshot. It’s always a mistake to assume that people around you don’t speak the language you’re speaking. You can get into big trouble that way. But I don’t mind a few double-entendres now and then. And finally, unless it’s a four-letter word, I’ll say pretty much anything in front of anybody.
Cass said, “One foot in and one foot out.”
“Well, at least you have one foot,” I said as I stepped up to the counter to pay. Let’s be provocative, shall we?
I waited for Cass outside the store with my plastic bag of apples and oranges. When he came out he said, “I haven’t got one foot, but I’ve got enough to keep it interesting. Shall we meet somewhere? I can’t ask you out to dinner. I don’t think I want to make that much of a public statement.”
“You know the difference between fooling around and screwing around, don’t you?” I said.
“No,” he said. “Maybe it’s because I’m English.”
“Screwing around is fooling around without dinner,” I said.
“Well, I guess I’m suggesting some screwing around,” Cass said.
“I have to ask my meaningful other,” I said. “At the moment, I’m sleeping with Steve Strapontin, and I can’t do it if he objects. Maybe he’d like to join us. Would you have any objection to that?”
“In no way. The more the merrier. I think I could probably make the two of you happy. I’m that kind of guy. Always thinking of others.”
“That’s what people say. That Cass is all heart.”
“All something,” he said. “How about this for a plan? Today’s Monday. Wednesday evening right after dinner I’m going to hang out at the café down by the intersection. If you guys are up for it, come on down there. And we can go out to my place from there.”
“Where do you live?” I asked. I didn’t want to go anywhere where he had to drive me back. Or us. I hadn’t even discussed this with Steve.
“Out where the road divides for Chaumont and Amboise,” Cass said. “The house with the green front door. Right across from where the fuel people have all the cordwood stacked up.” I knew exactly where it was.
“I will definitely show up at the café, but I can’t promise that anything will happen. And if I show up with Steve, then you’ll know we are going to do the thing. But we’ll walk over there. Best that people don’t see us leaving anywhere together. Talk spreads like wildfire around this town.” And we went our separate ways with our bags of groceries.
“Is this all out of proportion with reality?” I asked Steve. “Do we give a damn about all these ladies Cass has made bamboola with, and then puts their photographs fucking on file?”
“Those fucking photographs,” Steve said.
“Exactly. Hey, you’re getting to be pretty funny in English,” I said.
“Was I not funny before?” Steve said.
“Fun. Funny? I’m not so sure. You are German,” I said.
“Sometimes I forget,” he said.
“Sometimes I forget,” I said. “So what are we going to do about Cass Brewster?”
“Oh, fuck him,” Steve said.
“Is that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’?” I said.
“I would sort of like to fuck him. He has a nice ass. Yeah, let’s do it. Our first ménage à trois. But just for some photographs. My rule is that there hasn’t been intercourse, only foreplay, until someone has an orgasm. So I think you and I could indulge in a bit of foreplay for the sake of some photographs without thinking that we cheated on each other. You haven’t cheated on me since we started sleeping with each other, have you?”
The conversation was suddenly swerving toward something more serious.
“Would I be changing the subject if I said I may be falling in love with you?”
“Do you have to be fucked into loving someone?” Steve said.
“Could be.”
“Okay, then let’s do it. But no orgasms.”
As it turned out I learned quite a few things from our little mission to set a trap for Cass Brewster. I thought it would be best to leave as few clues as possible. I bought one of those disposable cameras at the drugstore. They have a flash. Then Steve pointed out to me that they would have to be printed in a drugstore and that might be something we’d like to avoid.
So Steve bought a rather expensive one that is digital, where you can see the pictures as you take them. “The only problem is that it can be a little slow. You might have to hold that pose,” he said. “You might have to, too,” I said. “What about a timer so all three of us can be in one picture?”
“I have a feeling this is all going to come back to haunt us,” Steve said.
“No good deed goes unpunished, so I guess we’ll just have to brace ourselves,” I said.
We took a quick day trip to Paris. Got the camera. “I’ve been planning to do this,” Steve said. “I’m not just doing this to help you ruin Cass’s life.”
And then we went to the café Wednesday evening and made our rendezvous with Mr. Cass. He had obviously showered and shaved, so I guess he had the confidence that we wouldn’t turn down our chance to score with him.
The first thing I learned was that this was certainly not a first-time occurrence for Cass. He left the café ahead of us and drove off. We left some ten minutes later and walked off in the direction of the Abbey, and then circled around through the back streets. He was waiting in front of his door smoking a cigarette. So we couldn’t chicken out on the doorstep, I guess. The moment we walked through the front door of his small house on the edge of the village he started undressing.
“Would you like a drink?” he said as he took off his shirt and headed for what turned out to be the bedroom. No idle sitting around chatting for Cass. He was sitting bare-chested on the edge of a very good-sized bed for France, taking off his shoes as we came into the room.
“No, thank you,” I said. “I’m fine.”
“Me either,” Steve said.
“You can put your clothes anywhere,” Cass said. He was standing up dropping his pants. “I’ll get some towels.”
He was wearing jockey shorts, the closest thing France has to Calvin Klein style. Sexy. Why was I surprised?
Where did I read that it takes one-seventh the time to get undressed that it does to take to get dressed? We were all undressed in a matter of moments. I just threw my clothes in a heap on the floor. Steve hung his neatly on a chair. The German thing. He put the camera on the seat of the chair on top of his clothes. Cass didn’t seem to notice. He pulled off his underpants after throwing himself down on his back in the middle of the bed and said. “Where should we begin?” He was already getting hard.
To my surprise Steve said, “We always like to start with massage. Why don’t you turn over and we’ll both massage you for a while?” Cass did.
Steve straddled his waist and started massaging his shoulders. He had put his arms above his head and his face sideways on the pillow. His eyes were closed. I decided to sit with my back against Steve’s, straddling Cass’s buttocks and working on his thighs. I bent each leg up and massaged the bottom of his feet. He didn’t laugh. Most people are ticklish there. I rubbed his calves after I put his legs back down. I reached around to see if Steve was hard. He was. He moved back and forth a little in my hand. Then one of his hands came around to check me out. I was too. He wiggled his ass against mine. I wished very much that we were by ourselves, but there we were.
I spread Cass’s legs and reached down between them to find his cock. It was hard, and he lifted himself up a little bit so it could come down between his legs. I put some spit on the tip of my finger and rubbed the head of it. It got harder. He was uncircumcised. I thought most Englishmen were. But that’s not an area of expertise for me. I’m not keen on the uncircumcised penis. It’s a bit like eating endive. Cass didn’t have to make apologies about the size of his winkie. I always think that many of those men who sleep around a lot just do so because they don’t want to go back for size criticism. That was not his case. There was something there for those married ladies to miss.
“I want to turn over,” Cass said suddenly. I was just about to lean down and put him in my mouth, but hey. We both crawled off, and he flopped over. The winkie flopped around, too, as he turned. He pulled us down beside him on either side as we lay there. Then he put his hands on our cocks.
“It’s sort of like skiing,” he said, swaying his body back and forth and holding us as though we were ski sticks. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said.
“Well, here we are making your dreams come true,” Steve said. “How about a few photos to commemorate your wish fulfillment?” He reached over and grabbed the camera. “I’ve always wanted to be a photographer. I’ll set up some poses. Hugo, sit on Cass as though he’s in you.”
“I could really be in him,” Cass said. Eagerly, I think you could say. “No. Not now. I’m sure it would hurt, and I don’t want to see that on Hugo’s face,” Steve said. He clicked away and looked at the little camera screen to see what he’d gotten. I didn’t move much, remembering that the camera was slow.
“How about this?” Cass said, and putting his hands under my ass, pulled me up, and slipped me into his mouth. He wasn’t shy about it. “Great!” Steve said.
Then he said, “How about this?” and moved in and put his own cock into Cass’s mouth beside mine.
“Is this what you call a close-up?” I said.
“Definitely,” Steve said. It was comforting to feel Steve’s cock in there beside my own. He was really running this little photo project. It had been my idea, but I was definitely feeling very ill at ease in its execution. I really wasn’t liking it.
“Okay, now how about one of Hugo sucking my cock?” Cass said.
“Let’s make that a long shot,” Steve said very professionally. I knelt on the far edge of the bed away from the camera and did the thing. And that’s when we called the whole thing off and started getting dressed.
“I’m not even going to get to fuck one of you?” Cass said. “I was going to let one of you fuck me.”
“Sorry,” Steve said. “We’ve got a very important appointment, and we have to get out of here. And we have to be up early for rehearsals.”
“Look at this. You’re going to turn this down?” He reached down and shook himself at us. I need to explain that Cass was not at all disgusting. His body was big and strong and not hairy, except for his chest. From all the physical labor he did, his muscles were bulging from his arms and thighs and abdomen. And as I said, there was nothing wrong in the crotch department. I just was not enjoying myself at all with Steve involved. What was I feeling? It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t possessiveness. Maybe something like partnership? I just felt we shouldn’t be sharing ourselves with somebody else. Strange.
“We have to go, Cass,” I said. “We got what we came for. The pictures. Just so your lady friends have a little evidence to defend themselves with.”
“As if you’re going to show them to them. You’re sucking cock in those pictures.”
“Don’t you think that’s what people expect me to be doing?” I said.
“We must run,” Steve said from the doorway.
“Well, I’m going to have to flog myself off here. Don’t expect me to get up and let you out,” Cass said.
“We’ll let ourselves out. Actually, you’ve gotten us so worked up we have to run home and fuck each other’s brains out,” Steve said. He was getting a nice grasp on American English vernacular it occurred to me. Which we did. Let ourselves out. And fucked each other’s brains out.
Afterward, Steve said, “I didn’t like seeing you with that guy’s cock in your mouth. I didn’t like it at all. Do you think I’m falling in love with you?”
“I’m thinking the same thing,” I said.
“Is this what it feels like?” he said.
“I guess so,” I said. But I knew that it did.