Moving On - 18. Chapter 18

It was Thursday, Ben was driving west on Highway 40. To where, no idea. Ben wouldn’t tell me, so I just sat there all relaxed and enjoyed the vast snow-covered farmlands and forests, with the Laurentian Mountains at the horizon. Our two overnight stays in Quebec City were awesome. Julien and Loïc were sleeping in the back seat again, as we passed through Montreal still going west. Ben explained that there wasn’t much to do in Montreal on a Thursday, so he picked somewhere else to show me.

We pulled off onto an exit where we took a break at a car parking lot right next to the river, still ice-choked. Ben and Julien brought me and Loïc some hot chocolate and croissants from a little dépanneur (mini-mart) not too far away. We were too tired to talk much and Ben was worn out from driving for over three hours. Canada is like the American West, you have to travel great distances to see a major city while in the middle there are small towns and farms or even nothing at all for hundreds of miles.

“Hey, laisse-moi conduire…” Julien stopped Ben from climbing into the driver seat, “T’es fatigué… Moi, j’ai assez dormi,” (Hey, lemme drive… You’re tired… Me, I slept enough) Ben agreed and gave him the keys. I joined Ben in the back while Loïc preferred to be up in the front with Julien. I pulled the blanket over me and Ben so we could cuddle to sleep.

Julien woke us up, telling us we were close. I noticed the road signs were in English and French instead of the usual French only, and then a skyline appeared. We passed under overhead signs saying ‘Ottawa – Downtown/Centre-Ville’.

“Shit! We’re in Ottawa!”

“Surprise!” Ben grinned.

“Ben ouais, on est en Ontario, crisse,” Loïc rolled his eyes. (Well yeah, we’re in Ontario, dammit)

“He’s not too fond of Ontario,” Julien explained.

Julien took us downtown to a parking garage where he paid $10 for a few hours of parking. I got out of the car…and it was still not any warmer. I was getting tired of dealing with the cold all the time, but Ben assured me we wouldn’t be out in the cold for very long. We went to Rideau Centre mall for lunch, and it was weird to be hearing and reading English after five days of just French. It was too funny when Loïc tried to order his hoagie in English.

“I want…turkee…” Loïc said.

“Foot long? What bread?” a girl asked.

“Yes, foo’ long,” Loïc pointed at the wheat bread.

“What else?” she showed him all kinds of stuff to put in the hoagie.

“Shis…” Loïc continued.

“Eh?” she looked confused.

“Shis,” Loïc repeated.

“Whoa!... We don’t put shit there!” she looked shocked. Ben, Julien, and I snickered so hard behind Loïc’s back.

“Not shit…shis!” Loïc tried to be clearer. The girl still didn’t get it, “Ah ben câlisse. Julien, farme ton ostie de gueule pis dis-y de mettre du fromage. Ciboire…” he shoved Julien to the counter. (Ah fucking hell. Julien, shut your fucking mouth and tell her to add some cheese) Julien was still giggling as he told her.

“Cheese…sorry, we’re francophone,” Julien grinned. Loïc groaned and rolled his eyes.

We had our lunch and then went outside, walking by the Rideau Canal where people were ice skating. Not too far away, the Parliament Building came into view, and it has two large neo-gothic stone buildings on each side of the main building. We went inside where we managed to catch a tour group with a guide ready to show further inside. We passed by brass plaques showing the names of those who served in the Parliament for the past 140 years of the Canadian Confederation. We went through a long corridor, then upstairs up to a small corridor, passing by huge portraits of Canada’s past prime ministers. We arrived at the side of the building housing a large room with very high ceiling with wooden tables and green padded chairs neatly lined up. That was the House of Commons, where almost all government proceedings occurred. The guide explained that there are four major federal parties in Canada: The Liberal Party, the Conservative Party, New Democratic Party, and the Bloc Québécois (separatist party from Quebec). At the moment, the government is a Conservative minority, meaning that the Conservatives have the most seats, but they don’t have a majority of the House’s 308 seats. The government would have to be flexible to the demands of the other three parties so it wouldn’t collapse and spark early elections before the five-year term would end.

Then we walked past the prime minister portraits again to the library. The library was stunning and a unique architecture gem. It was made almost all of wood, beautifully carved in a Victorian style and there was a white marble statue of young Queen Victoria herself in the middle of the library. It was the only surviving part of the original parliament building built in the 1860s before burning down in the 1910s.. The library was isolated from the main building by a corridor, and an iron door was closed to keep the fire away from its irreplaceable records.

Then we went to another room with huge portraits of the Canadian…well, British monarchy covering the period from King George III to Queen Elizabeth II. After a brief explanation of the room and portraits, we went to a huge room with a high ceiling that had desks and royal red-padded chairs. The guide identified this as the room used by the Senate. The Senate has little power because its members aren’t elected, but appointed by the Queen upon advice of the prime minister. It was just a relic of a ‘traditional’ system that lost power over the course of time. There is a throne at the far end of the room for the Queen or her representative, the Governor General, to sit her bottom comfortably on the big puffy red padding. The Queen almost never sits there, but I wonder if she had her moments where she nearly fell asleep on that comfortable padding while listening to long, boring speeches that she has endured over the fifty years of her reign.

After the Senate, we went to the center room where main corridors meet under the clock tower of the building. The corridors and center room were nicely decorated with carved stones and at that point the tour ended. We were free to leave or go up the clock tower. We had an extremely wide view of Ottawa and beyond, including the Gatineau Hills from Quebec’s side. Quebec was just across the river from Ottawa. Queen Victoria had picked Ottawa to be the capital because it was far from the American border and was between two rich provinces and two founding people of Canada.

“There’s not much to see in Ottawa, besides the Parliament, dead in the middle of winter. This is only a part of my surprise anyway,” Ben noted.

“Do you mean there’s more to show me in this country?” I wondered.

“Yes…” Ben nodded.

“Where to?” I tried to pry him for some more details.

“Figure it out yourself, dear,” Ben kissed my cheek.

“Bitch…” I replied.

Ben drove right out of downtown to the highway going to…somewhere. We drove close to St-Lawrence River again until we could see the USA at the other side. Ben turned onto a ramp pointing to the USA.

“Ben! Shit…what are you doing?” I saw a sign showing that the USA was only a few kilometers away, “I don’t have my papers with me to cross the border.”

“We’re not going back to the USA, silly,” Ben turned again onto a small provincial road, “We’re just going to a small village to get a nice look of the river and Thousand Islands area.”

A few kilometers down the road, we arrived to a small village with a couple of dozen houses and a few shops and restaurants. The river was wide in view and dotted with several small islands. Everyone sat down on the bench overlooking the river.

“It’s been years since I’ve been here. See that inn on that island?” Ben pointed at a white Victorian inn, “You can only get there by boat. I remembered when Adrien was 12 and I was 10, we jet boated all over the river and then the US border patrol came over on a speedboat to yell at us for crossing the invisible border on the river. They radioed the Canadian border agents to escort us back to Canada and they told our parents not to let us do that again. M’man scolded us for an hour for nearly creating an international incident,” Ben giggled. We all chuckled at the thought and relaxed for ten minutes, talking about some other stuff. We noticed Julien and Loïc weren’t there with us.

“Hey, where did they go?” I asked Ben.

“I thought they went in the shop,” Ben looked at the snow, “But the footprints lead to that wooded area.”

We followed the footprints and then we gasped at what we saw in a small clearing.

“Ah! My virgin eyes!” Ben hollered.

“Virgin, my ass…” Julien muttered.

Julien and Loïc’s jeans and undies were hanging on a tree branch, and they were lying on the snow, having sex.

“Excuse me, but what are you doing?” Ben asked.

“We wondered what it would be like to fuck in the snow. Do you mind?” Julien was humping Loïc.

“But we gotta go now,” Ben noted and rolled his eyes.

“Give us ten minutes, we’re not too far off…” Julien waved Ben away.

“Fine, but if I don’t see you soon, I’m leaving without you,” Ben walked away, “Weirdos.”

We walked to the car, and Ben was still grumbling.

“Unbelievable… Sometimes it weirds me out what they have in their mind,” Ben jumped in the car, “But shit, having that perverted picture in my head is making me horny.”

“Your problem,” I grinned.

“Fuck you… I’ll just jerk off here without your help,” Ben rubbed his crotch to straighten out his hard-on.

“Erm…ew. Now who’s the weirdo?” I faked a disgusted face.

“I’m kidding… I’m saving up for you, babe,” he pulled me into a kiss.

“Hi lovers!” Julien got in the car, “Whoa…chilling my nuts made me orgasm even harder and squirt more than usual,” Julien grinned.

“No comments,” Ben and I said in unison. Ben started the car and left the village heading back to the highway. After leaving Thousand Islands, we returned straight back to good old Montreal. Tomorrow will be my last day in Canada and Ben’s as well.

“C’est quoi ça?” Loïc’s nose wrinkled, “Quelque chose brûle…” (What is that? Something is burning…)

“Shit… Le popcorn!” Ben ran to stop the microwave and took the bag out. Ben threw it on the counter because it was too hot to hold for long.

“Eh…c’est pas mauvais…” Julien tasted it. (It doesn’t taste bad)

“Eh…la bière pour faire descendre…” Ben shrugged. (The beer will wash it down)

We were sitting on the couch in our undies and t-shirts watching the movie “Devil Wears Prada” that Ben just got a couple days ago. We took a large blanket and cuddled up… we had no choice really, the couch barely had room for four of us, but I mostly leaned on Ben and Julien leaned on Loïc.

As the movie progressed, I started to feel up Ben’s smooth chest, slowly caressing his soft skin and slight fine details. That continued for ten minutes, and then Ben started to do the same to me. I noticed a little movement from Loïc and Julien, but whatever…they weren’t my focus.

Ben pulled me into a kiss, so I moved over him to give us some room to maneuver around with our exploring hands. I wanted to feel Ben’s warmth with my bare skin so much now, so I pulled my t-shirt off and hugged him to feel his smoothness and human warmth.

“Hmmm, t’sais… ça me plaît tellement, c’est que tu le fais trop bien,” Ben murmured. (You know…that pleases me so well, so you’re doing it too good) I pressed into his lips more to keep him quiet. Silence was what I needed, except for the sound of the movie in the background.

Somehow I still wanted to feel and absorb the warmth even more and I wasn’t feeling enough skin. The undies were a tiny piece covering our body, but a great annoyance. So I pulled ours off and pressed together our crotch, chest, and arms, so that I could feel the skin that I have been lusting after. We rubbed ourselves together, making ourselves hard, but I didn’t want to go there yet. I just wanted more of him, and I was in control being on top. I could see Julien sitting with Loïc on his lap, naked already and making out like Ben and I were now doing.

I took hold of Ben’s dick, slowly stroking it. Then I felt a hand seizing mine and stroking it as well. At this point I was getting too addicted to Ben, to the point where I would want more and more only to try to please my addiction. It’s like getting more satisfaction that would become even less and less, and you would just work harder to get the most out of it. And it would be too great to abandon.

Stroking ourselves was getting so good that I needed him to stop now. I wanted to save it since it was too early in the game to be shooting like an automatic gun. It seemed as if Ben had already read my mind, but just then another hand came out of nowhere to get my stick and hit Ben’s hand that was still stroking me.

“Hey, Loïc!” Ben jumped to look at Loïc, a little surprised.

“Huh?” Julien and I wondered.

“Pourquoi tu y touches comme ça?” Ben asked. (Why are you touching him like that?)

“J’sais pas…” Loïc shied away. (I dunno…)

“What? Who was touching me?” I wondered.

“Loïc apparently,” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Ah Loïc…” Julien sighed, clicking his tongue, “Dis-moi pas que t’as fait ça…” (Don’t tell me you’ve done that)

“I thought it was you all along!” I told Ben. Ben still looked a little annoyed.

“Ok…ok…ok…on se calme…” Julien said, “Loïc, je connais Ben depuis des années… Y l’aime pas quand quelqu’un touche à son chum comme ça. On fait pas même un trip à quatre là.” (Ok…ok…ok…let’s calm down… Loïc, I’ve known Ben for some years… He doesn’t like it when someone touches his boyfriend like that. We’re not even doing a foursome here.)

“Damn right…” Ben looked at Loïc, “Personne peut toucher à mon chum comme ça sans que j’y autorise!” (No one can touch him without my permission)

“Et! Tu devrais t’intéresser qu’à moi… Crisse…” Julien stressed the last few words to Loïc. (And! You should be putting your attention on me… Jesus…)

“Ok! Désolé! Je voulais pas faire mal…” Loïc told Ben and Julien. (Ok! Sorry! I don’t want to do anything bad)

“C’es correct… J’ai rien à te réprocher. Après tout, on se connaît pas trop…” Ben sighed. (It’s ok… I shouldn’t blame you. After all, we don’t know each other all that much…)

“I didn’t mean to…” I started to say.

“Don’t worry. You did nothing…” Ben cut me off.

We sat under the blanket, naked and with a little tension in the air. Ben broke the silence.

“Steph, let’s go to my room…” Ben got up, walking to his room. I followed him there, hearing Loïc apologizing once again to Julien in the background.

“I didn’t know…” I tried to explain.

“Its ok!” he smiled lightly, “I know it wasn’t you fault, but I won’t hesitate to keep peoples hands off you. No one does that without my permission.”

“I didn’t want anything to do with him anyway,” I said, and then I remembered something.

“Ben, Julien touched me like that a few days ago,” I reminded him.

“Because Julien knows that I wouldn’t mind him doing that. He can read me so well, like a good book, so he had permission. Plus I nodded to you to go on,” Ben explained, “He’s my best friend… A little slutty sometimes, but he respects and knows my limits. I’m sure he’s teaching that to Loïc now… since his limits are almost the same as mine.”

“But you didn’t see me nod, letting you take Loïc that night… More like him taking you…” I sighed.

“I know. I felt bad actually… I told myself I wouldn’t do that again. Sometimes…you don’t think right with all of the drinks and lust. Not an excuse, I know, but it happens.”

“Ben… calm down…” I hushed him, “Don’t beat yourself up over this. I did let you, or otherwise I would’ve objected at that moment. Next time, no more. Just me unless I say otherwise. Threesomes can be fun sometimes,” I blushed.

“Deal… Just us, as always,” Ben giggled, “After all, I own you now.”

“What? You own me?” I stared at him, “Like a slave?”

“I’ve already made my claim on you by diving into your glory hole,” Ben wiggled his eyes.

“I’m fucked…” I rolled my eyes, “and I don’t own you?”

“Nope…” Ben kissed my neck, “You haven’t dived into me yet…” I hummed warmly from Ben’s nuzzling. I flipped over to get on top of him, and stared at him.

“I want you now…” I bent down to kiss him passionately.

“Moi aussi, je te veux que tu m’aies…” Ben nodded and leaned over to pick up the lube from the floor, “Voilà…” (Me too, I want you to have me… Here you go…)

I took the lube and set it on the bed. I wanted to warm him back up, for him as well as for myself. I wanted more of his smooth body and warm skin, so I rubbed and hugged him again while kissing him. Ben protested.

“Steph, I’m not too far off… Just take me…” he squeezed the lube and rubbed it all over my dick and some more for his hole, “Go…”

“But what about a condom?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it. I trust you enough,” Ben said, “Plus when Julien gave me one, it was my first try with one and it was… erm, ok. I’ve only screwed three guys in my life… Julien, my ex, and you. I’m clean…”

“If you say so…” I put the head of my dick at his hole, “Here we go…” I pushed it in and saw that Ben’s face showed no sign of the discomfort like I had felt before. But then I remembered he has already done this before. It felt quite natural and it seemed I had already known the steps to do it.

“Ça passe…” (It fits) Ben grinned and leaned up to kiss me as usual. I slowly started to move in and out, slowly increasing the place. It just makes me want even more of him as the satisfaction I felt urged me to do more and more.

Frankly it felt so good that I wasn’t too far off from the point of no return, but I couldn’t leave Ben unrelieved. Most of the time, we have always came within several seconds of each other. It seems we knew how to do it in sync. So I grabbed Ben’s dick, stroking it steadily. Ben responded by licking my right nipple with his tongue. If we keep this up, we’ll be there in no time.

Ben started to pant irregularly, enjoying the pleasure, so I slowed down my stroking pace to drive him wild.

“Holy shit, Steph…” Ben moaned. He reached up to hold me in an embrace, and I took the chance to suck his nipple to throw him overboard. He rubbed his rock-hard dick against my belly and I could feel his prostate enlarging against my shaft, so I bent my dick a little to press it.

Ben stiffened with his hole tightening around my dick. He shot all over his and my belly, groaning at each muscle contraction. I kept fucking him. I was too close and I closed my eyes as I focused hard. It felt like having something soft all wrapped around you.

Ben licked my nipple again and that pressed the red button. I had an explosive orgasm spreading all over me, and I shot a good load deep in Ben. I winced at the last shot and sighed heavily as I collapsed on the bed next to him, taking a deep breath. We lay there, worn out.

“Now you’re my slave,” I chuckled, “And I left you a nice gift too…”

“Yes…and I think you just got me pregnant,” Ben grinned, cuddling up to me. We heard a few moans from the living room through the crack of the unclosed door. Ben just slammed it shut…

“Fuckbunnies…” Ben rolled his eyes.

We heard the apartment door opening and someone walked in and took their shoes off because we were able to hear the shoes dropping to the floor. And…

“Ah câlisse!” Adrien hollered all over the apartment, “Ew…vous jouissez devant moé…” (Ah fucking goddammit! Ew…you two are orgasming in front of me…)

We opened the door, looking out to see Adrien covering his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Ouais…parce que ton arrivée soudaine m’a fait trop jouir,” Julien wisecracked. Adrien glared, shooting daggers at Julien. (Yeah…because your own sudden presence made me come hard)

“Ho-ho-ho…” Adrien went to Julien and put his hand on his neck, “Out, wiseass…” he dragged him toward the door and threw him out naked. Adrien shut the door, snickering hard behind it as Julien started knocking.

“Ostie, y fait frette, tabarnak!” Julien said through the door, “Laisse-moi entrer, sacrament!” We quickly put on our undies and joined Loïc in the living room. (Fuck, it’s cold outside, goddammit! Let me in, jesus!)

“Peut-être après que je donne des becs à ton chum,” Adrien replied. (Maybe after I give some kisses to your boyfriend)

“Oh bâtard, toé…” Julien began to say, and stopped, “Shit! Laisse-moi entrer! Y’a une vieille femme qui se promène avec son chien sur le trottoir!” Julien panicked. (Oh you bastard… Shit! Lemme in! There’s an old lady walking down the sidewalk with her dog!)

Adrien looked out the side window, and we joined him to look. We all laughed so hard seeing Julien covering his crotch, jumping up and down to keep his feet off the freezing balcony. The old lady saw him, her eyes widened, and she turned around to face the other way.

“M’a perdre les crisses de gosses à cause du frette!” Julien groaned…dancing up and down. Adrien giggling, unlocked the door and let him back in. (I’m gonna lose my fucking balls because of the cold!)

“Ben là, ça c’est bien fait pour toi, baveux,” Adrien grinned at Julien, who wrapped a blanket around himself, shivering on the couch. (Well, that serves you right, pervert)

“Va chier,” Julien said, “J’abandonne même pas… Tu verras,” he sneered, with his lips shaking. (Fuck you. I’m not even giving up… You’ll see)

We were at the bus station the next morning, loading the suitcases into the bus. Adrien, Loïc, and Julien waited.

“Ben, normalement, je donnerais la bise à ton chum, mais…je peux-tu aussi y donner un bec sur les lèvres?” (Ben, normally, I would give the cheek-to-cheek kiss to your boyfriend, but…can I also give him a peck on the lips too?)

“Ah, t’as pas besoin de me demander ça. Vas-y!” Ben grinned. (Ah, you didn’t have to ask me that. Go ahead!)

“Well, gimme your e-mail and cell number!” Julien gave me a pen and paper. So I wrote them down and he passed me his.

“So… nice meeting you and watch Ben for me,” he winked, and gave me a cheek-to-cheek kiss. And then a peck on my lips. Julien chuckled when I blushed a little, “I’ll miss you…” Then I looked at Adrien, who was staring at me, hesitating over something.

“This is it…” I gave him the cheek-to-cheek kiss, “Thanks for everything!” Adrien looked relieved and cheered up.

“It was nothing…” he grinned, “I was acting on M’man’s orders…. Kidding.”

“Take care…” Loïc said with his usual thick québécois accent.

“Ditto,” I also gave him cheek-to-cheek.

“Bon voyage!” Julien wished us just as we got on the bus. We saw out of the windows that Adrien groped Loïc by surprise, and Julien slapped him silly. We snickered, knowing full well we’ll miss seeing them for a while.

It didn’t take long to reach the border where we stopped at a duty-free shop, but Ben and I didn’t really have anything to buy. So instead, we walked to the small chain-link fence where we could find the silver obelisk border marker with ‘Canada’ on one side and ‘United States’ on the other. We took photos of each other putting one foot in one country and the other in the other country, proving we can be in two countries at once.

I looked in Canada’s direction, saying a mental good-bye, and knowing we’ll see each other again. The past week has been really fun.

Notes: I would like to say I always encourage to keep it safe with protection. I do not condone barebacking to anyone that you get in bed with. The boys know and trust each other so well, and that’s probably the only reason I’d go without protection. If you’re sure you know your partner well, and that he’s clean, then just carefully judge the situation. If in any doubt, or doing an one-night stand, or even just a quickie with the boy next door or in class, please use protection. Fifteen-twenty minutes of pleasure is not worth wasting away your penis with some STD or even wasting your own life and future to AIDS. So be safe. Thank you for reading the story, and keep the e-mail coming! I love e-mails and I answer each one of them. Keep posted for more chapters, I’m not even near done yet! :D –JF