Forty-year-old Moroccan financier Cepos Jawhar put up a hand to silence and stay the movement of his driver, Mehdi, as they left from the back porch of the Boucher Lodge overlooking the Coaticook River two miles north of the Canadian-U.S. border, in Stanhope. They had been on their way to the car park to leave for the municipal airport in Coaticook to meet up with one of Jawhar's business associates. This stay at the Boucher Lodge was supposed to be a rest retreat from his busy work--or so he'd told the others booked at the remote forest lodge, known not only for whitetail deer hunters but also for well-heeled gay men who wanted to "get away" and express themselves in private. But in the week he'd been here, business associates had come and gone at the Coaticook airport as if the remote border area of Quebec above Vermont were a beehive.
He had sensed motion in the octagonal summer house down at the edge of the woods near the bank of the small river. Jawhar was wary of any suspicious movement around him. He was in delicate business negotiations and he was here because he didn't want anyone to know he was here who he wasn't doing business with.
Motioning for Mehdi to be quiet, he moved into the trees between the parking area and the summer house and crept up closer to the summer house.
The Canadian action film movie star, Nathan Hebert, had the young American companion the French nature photographer, Hiver Baies, brought to the lodge two days previously pinned under him on the bench in the summer house. Hebert, in his thirties and with a magnificent physique, was bare-chested and his trousers were unbuckled, unzipped, flared, and pushed down to under his hips. The young man, Scott Campbell, small, blond, achingly handsome, deceptively innocent looking, full lipped, and sleek of body, was writhing under the Canadian actor.
The young man, who couldn't be more than nineteen or twenty and who Jawhar had had his eye on since the couple arrived, was naked. He was on his back on the bench, his left leg raised and pressed into the screening of the side of the summer house interior. Hebert, crouched between the young man's thighs, pressing him down, belly to belly, was grasping the ankle of Campbell's right leg and was folding the leg into Campbell's chest to get it out of the way.
Jawhar wasn't surprised at what he found. The dinner the night before at the lodge had been fraught with sexual tension. Baies, probably in his fifties and a distinguished and powerful-bodied man who the couple running the lodge, Liam Boucher and Edouard Grenia, had declared to be quite a famous French magazine photographer, had been in his cups and was glowering at everyone, while the highly charismatic Canadian actor, Nathan Hebert, had been putting the make on Baies's boy toy. Hebert had recently been in the news, some sort of scandal with the young husband of one of his movie leading ladies, and was hiding out in the forest from the media. Along with Jawhar, these were the only visitors in residence at the moment. Liam Boucher, who was large--almost fat--at fifty and who had turned his family's hunting lodge into a specialized inn, hosted the dinner, while his declared spouse, a far younger, sultry and dark Edouard, helped serve.
It hadn't appeared at dinner that Hebert was making headway in seducing the beautiful little blond, Scott, at the table, but clearly he had been. Baies hadn't been too drunk to not notice the seduction, though, and Jawhar wondered what fireworks might ensue from this tryst. He would like to get his dick in the young American himself. He'd known the young man took cock. This was a gay trysting resort and Scott was an obvious submissive. Through dinner he'd had the impulse to reach over and let the small bun at the back of the young man's head down. Just watching Scott at dinner had made Jawhar hard and wanting to cover him. Hebert had beat him in sinking his cock in the young man's ass. He accomplished this in the summer house, and the young man looked more beautiful than handsome, with his hair cascading to his shoulders and his lithe body bouncing with the rhythm of Hebert's hip thrusts. Scott obviously had no trouble taking a stranger's shaft.
From where Jawhar was standing, he could see Hebert's cock taking its pleasure pleasure in fucking the young blond's hole. The young man was enjoying the fucking too. He was moaning and had his fists pressed to Hebert's hairy, muscular chest, whether to try to push the movie star away or to hold him in place was unclear. What was clear was that the cock was holed and the young man was fucked. Hebert, grunting at the exertion of the thrusts, dipped down for a lip-lock kiss, and the young man opened his mouth to receive the man's tongue. Whatever the level of the youth's initial acceptance, he was moving his hips with the thrusts now, going with the rhythm of the fuck.
Hebert had a gold medallion on a chain around his neck, and when his torso rose again after the deep kiss, the medallion slipped into the blond's mouth, and the young man sucked on it, his eyes hooded and staring in awe at the face of the famous actor, as vigorous thrusting of the fuck continued. Whether or not the young man was just teasing the movie star at dinner, he was well fucked now by the man, and clearly knew he was.
Jawhar wondered if it was just Hebert's celebrity that gave him such ready and willing access to the young man. Would Scott Campbell lay down and open his legs as easily for Jawhar. That wasn't quite what would excite Jawhar, though. Back in his country he knew what to do with young, small blonds like this. Back in his country Jawhar would--and sometimes did--take a young man like Campbell by force--and then again and again until the young man was exhausted and totally used. That's what he clearly would like to do with this one.
Mehdi touched Jawhar's arm to signal that they needed to leave for the airport, but Jawhar, one hand on his own crotch, lifted the other one to stay him. He wanted to live this climax vicariously. He wanted to fuck the young blond himself. He wanted to conquer and totally use him. They young man was making love with the aging movie star. With Jawhar, it would be war--total sex; the Arabs conquering the Christians.
The two fucking men were going for climax. Hebert was holding Scott tight, his hips moving faster, his thrusts reading deeper. Back arched, mouth open in a wide yawn, and making deep moaning sounds punctuated with "Yes, yes, deep. Fuck me deep," Scott's hips with also in quickening countermotion. Taking it, taking it, taking it. They stayed for the final thrusts, the hold on the brink of paradise, the arching of Hebert's back, the jerk, and the small cry of both men as they came almost together--the loosening of Hebert's hold and Scott slowly collapsing back on the bench, murmuring "Oh, fuck. It was so big inside me. So much cum. You are a lion of a man. Fuck me again." All of these observations must have been sweet for the aging actor to hear from a honey like Campbell.
"Not as big as I am," Jawhar muttered from his vantage point. The blond is, I think, the one really controlling the fuck, Jawhar mused. The old actor is so happy to be dipping in something that desirable that he doesn't understand that the young man is controlling from the bottom. He won't do that for me. He will try, but I will have him sobbing and begging for mercy--but I will give him no mercy. He will know who the master is.
When Hebert pulled out, Jawhar was surprised to see that he'd been barebacking the young honey. So, he thought, an impromptu rather than an arranged tryst probably. He wondered what approach he himself could take with the luscious little piece. He was no movie star, but he was as hard-bodied as Hebert was, and, as far as he could see, bigger where it counted.
The young blond was too innocent looking and acting. He needed to be dominated... conquered... totally used. Young blonds like this had not walked away from how Jawhar used them--in his country.
The show over, he turned and walked back to the Land Rover Discovery off-road SUV in the parking area. His other "associate," Ikram, was waiting by the car for them and opened the door for Jawhar to enter. As he did so, his jacket flipped open enough to reveal he was armed with a shoulder holstered gun. So was Mehdi.
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The Canadian movie star, Nathan Hebert, had been able to entrap Hiver Baies's young companion, Scott Campbell, in the summer house and fuck him because Baies had taken off on a photoshoot and left Campbell behind at the lodge. The young man had made quite clear in signaling and a brief exchange of murmurs in a back hall of the inn that Campbell would be happy to hook up with the movie star if the photographer, who was quite possessive, provided an opportunity. Campbell had been quite the tease. But he also was quite interested in adding a movie star, no matter how faded, to the list of men who'd fucked him.
Baies had business of his own. He wasn't as worried about what Scott might do as either of them had let on. Before Baies took off in his Jeep, he had tracked Liam Boucher down and made him an offer that Boucher didn't much like but was offered too much money to refuse. The lodge's profits had been down over the last few months and it wasn't like he and Edouard were really married or had taken any sort of constancy pledge to each other. And Edouard had just the previous evening remarked how sexy the Moroccan was.
