The dream (strange) of a summer night

Jérémie is 18 years old. Brown, beautiful thick hair very short around the head and not far longer above ... a magnificent V-shaped torso, a powerful neck, square shoulders carved by rugby. Really a crazy physic for his young age.
At the beginning of August, Jérémie just had his license. And his car. An old red 205 fourth-hand ... but what does it matter ... it's his very first car, the one he's been working on for a year, during all his holidays ...
The license, the car, the summer ... you have to celebrate all that with the friends of rugby ... so, it's decided ... to leave a week at the seaside ... with his best friend, Thibault ... and two other teammates, Julien and Thierry ...
Yet, the idea of ​​the bobrun is not only happy ... Julie, his girlfriend, is not at all delighted to hear the news ...
This is the first time that Jeremy has "a girlfriend" ... because until then, the bogoss has always been rather like to have "girlfriends" ... one night, no more ... one per night, two s' it must…
Beautiful as he is, the captain of the rugby team is very much in demand ...
Then, one evening, at KL, Julie approached her ... she caught his eye ... and she landed a night of fire in the apartment on rue de la Colombette ...
But, unlike so many girls who have just scrolled in the sheets of the bogoss, Julie has squarely put the grapevine on it ... and without that Jeremy finds disadvantages ...
How did she manage this feat?
It must be said that Julie has for her unstoppable arguments ... slender plastic, her endless legs ... her chest "not too much, not enough" ... her femininity highlighted with class ... her sparkling face, her natural smiling ...
However, when the bogoss announced her intention to go on vacation with her friends, she did not want to laugh ... in his head, a simple equation: (a canon like Jeremy) + (holidays on the edge of the sea with his friends) = too many temptations ...
Julie may be upset ... nothing in the world would change the plans of bobrun ...
It's two o'clock in the afternoon when the four friends arrive at the Gruissan campsite ... the sun hits hard ... time to pitch the tents, swallow a sandwich, swim shorts ... the merry band leaves the camping towards the beach while the speakers of the reception broadcast the viral tube of the summer ...
"My name is Lolita / Lo or Lola / Du similar to the same / My name is Lolita ...".
It's beautiful this pack of young males walking in the street next to each other ... like a wave, a wave of bogossitude, they move forward laughing, talking loudly, releasing this sensuality of the body, this carefree spirits, this presence that leaves such beautiful colors in its path ...
Ultimate happiness when the feet finally touch the hot sand and an impression of well-being spreads throughout the body ... in this first moment where everything in itself seems to cry: freedom, happiness ...
The beach, the sand, the sea, the sun, the towels, the parasols, the smell of sunscreen, the scent of holidays ...
Very soon, muscular bodies plunge heavily into the water, splash, make waves at any time ...
Moments later, the bare torsos protrude from the water, the streaming skin, the brushings undone ... and on the faces, smiles of kids ...
We could spend hours watching them do the cons between them, touched and moved by these bodies overflowing with energy, their side "crazy young crazy dogs" ...
It feels like a powerful slap when you see them so young, so sexy, so desirable, and out of reach ... yet, there is something necessary in the deep happiness of being a spectator of these moments of eternity ...
There is something close to the contemplation of the work of art ... and the sensual desire would almost end up in the background, behind the deep emotion that these boys know how to inspire while being simply ... them- same ...
Yes, to look at them is at the same time a test, something almost unbearable ... but, beyond the inner burn, this spectacle can cause, there is a kind of appeasement to witness the triumph of this youth, as if you could get lost, drown in it, and find yourself divinely well ...
The next night, the little band is out ... and the tight t-shirts too ...
Jérémie goes back to the box with his devastating smile on his lips, the spearhead of a conquering look that seems to announce "no one can resist me" ... he advances, rather proud of this tattoo on the left bicep that he has just been made the same afternoon ... it's a tribal-style armband, and it falls just below the cuff of his white t-shirt, at the edge of this cotton tightly wrapped around his biceps and his chest crazy ...


The girls devour him of the look ... as if they wanted to eat it all raw ...
There are those who attack frontally, who come to mix with the pack, who come to talk to him ....
And then there are more subtle looks, which play a game of seduction while finesse ...
There is one in particular, a look that he finds particularly cheeky ... especially since this look comes from a girl who is not a priori his style of chick ...
No, the not-so-tall girls who dress and wear makeup with too dark colors are not at all like Jeremy ...
However, Mélanie knows how to lead her game ... she is charming the bobrun throughout the evening, small touches ... alternately looking for his eyes, ignoring ... showing interest, then distant ...
A game of seduction that ends with a good galapette in one of the famous chalets Gruissan ...
In the early morning, Jeremy walks on the beach smoking this cigarette if necessary, after ...
The sea breeze brings the muffled sound of a radio ...
"Those evenings hum hum / We sweep, we plug yourself you know / Why yeah / To finish together you and / Me that's why ...".
If she knew, Julie ...
Returning to the campsite just before sunrise, the bobrun is surprised by another look ... there are quite a few girls at the campsite who are interested in him ... but that look, he does not let go of a sole ... just as cheeky as Melanie's ... and at this precise moment, this look is accompanied by:
" Hello ! "Embellished by a beautiful and broad smile.
"Hello ..." mechanically answers the bobrun, while continuing his way to the tent where his friend Thibault returned to sleep alone.
" It's okay ? He asks, as the bobrun slips into his sleeping bag.
"Yeah ... okay ..." Jeremy answers, before giving instructions "do not wait for me on the beach ... I'll meet you there, ok?" ".
"Ok Jéjé ... good n ...".
"Thib ..."
"What? ".
"What's happening in Gruissan, stay in Gruissan, ok? Jeremy swings in a monotone.
"Okay, man ..." Thibault said in a reassuring tone that is his trademark.
Sliding to sleep, Jeremy think back to that look, that smile he just met when arriving at the campsite ... yet, this is not at all the kind of look to which he is sensitive ... even less than that of Melanie ...
It's two o'clock in the afternoon when the bobrun emerges from his quirky sleep ... and when he comes out of the tent, shirtless, the towel on his shoulder, towards the showers, he feels the same look again. ask him ...
" Slept well ? ".
"Yeah ..." it will be the only answer to a bobrun mode "do not get bored at dawn 14 hours" ...
The sun, the sea, the holidays, the friends ... four guys with a ball on the beach, it ends up attracting other guys ... volleyball, football, rugby ... every day there are more people than the Eve…
All this bitchy sports on the beach ends up attracting girls ... from then on, the small band of Toulouse rugby players will have no trouble concluding ... even Thibault, the most modest and reserved of the four, will eventually crack one evening on a little pretty brunette ...
Jérémie, meanwhile, after a first goal scored at the cottage of Melanie, he had transformed tests every night ...
If she knew, Julie ...
The days go by and the last night comes. Jeremy has eclipsed with Stephanie, this pretty redhead with a small tattoo between the shoulder blades ...
Thibault is now used to falling asleep alone in the tent ... yet, tonight he can not sleep ... it's past two hours when he decides to go for a ride ...
He has been walking for a few minutes when, at the corner of a hedge housing a mobile home, he recognizes a little further, in the dim light, the familiar figure of his friend, shirtless, the tank top in his hand, the cigarette between the lips, preparing to leave the scene, while rummaging feverishly in the pockets of his shorts, certainly in search of his lighter ...
Thibault thinks that his buddy is really amazing ... a girl every night, and the last night, this pretty redhead that makes the effect to everyone ...
He waits patiently for Jeremy to walk a few steps to join him and gently mock his exploits ...
But a second silhouette appears immediately on the threshold of the mobile home, in the dark.
"Pssssssst! ".


Jeremy stops, turns around ... the bobrun is now in a slightly brighter area ... the second figure advances to join him ...
And here, Thibault has trouble realizing what is in his eyes ... because this back, this tattoo ... he does not recognize them, not at all ...
Finally Yes…
He looks at Jeremy get his lighter from the hand that tends to him, light his cigarette, trace on his way ...
Thibault needs to walk a little ... he needs to get some fresh air ... he needs to put order in his head ...
When he finally returns to the tent, Jeremy is already in his sleeping bag.
But he does not sleep so far.
" Where were you ? ".
"I went to the beach ..." said Thibault "was it your evening? ".
"Not bad ... you have to sleep now ..."
If she knew, Julie ...
On this evening of August 21, the red 205 rolls fast on the highway of the Two Seas ... at the end of a long climb, the citadel of Carcassonne appears on the right, majestic ...
While driving, Jeremy carries a cigarette between the lips, lights it ...
Thibault's gaze is fixed on this lighter he gave him for his 18 years, the lighter his friend almost forgot in this mobile home ...
" What are you looking at ? "Jeremy, surprised by the gaze of his frozen friend.
"Nothing ..." smiled Thibault, while putting his hand on his shoulder "nothing at all ...".
Thibault think back to the sentence his friend sent him back from his first bedtime ... "What's happening in Gruissan ..." ...
But Thibault knows now that it will not be the case ... because what he saw the night before is well back in Toulouse, engraved in his head ...
When the second figure was out of the mobile home, while he expected to see a small rose between two shoulders finely drawn a pretty red, it was rather an angel with large wings that had presented to his eyes…
Thibault had often wondered if his friend Jeremie was a case of this look sharp, insolent, charming, who had not left throughout the stay ... at the campsite, on the beach, during games ... now, he has his reply…
The red 205 rolls fast on the highway at the height of the Villefranche de Lauragais windmill park ... a brand new song has just resonated on the radio waves ...
Hey Mister D.J / Put a record on / put a record
I wanna dance with my baby / I want to dance with my baby
Jeremy lights a new cigarette ... he thinks about this stupidity in the mobile home ... this escapade he regrets already ... he regretted the orgasm came ...
"I'm going to make you cum like no one has ever made you cum ..." ... these are the words by which he let himself be tempted ...
Admittedly, we must admit that they were not words in the air ... in this mobile home, he had taken his foot as rarely in his life ... but he should not have walked in this game ...
However, arriving at the tollgate of Toulouse, Jeremy still can not erase from his memory the image of this small size very well proportioned, this large tattoo in the shape of an angel drawn on horseback a muscular shoulder, covering a large portion of a solid V-shaped back
He may say to himself that all this is unimportant, it's just a holiday bullshit ... he can not for all that forget the fact that those looks, those smiles that did not let him off a sole during all week, gave him such a powerful excitement, so unexpected ... and that this body gave him an explosive pleasure ...
Not the little footsteps had not lied ... he never got his foot as in this mobile home ... but still ...
If she knew, Julie ...
Jeremie may say to himself that it will remain an experience without continuation, a mistake to forget ...
His ghosts will catch him a few months later ... the day when, on a whim, he will give the opportunity to Nico, this comrade who does not stop watching since the first day of high school, to enter his life and to upset her from the ground up.
And when the music starts / And when the music starts
I never wanna stop / I would never stop
It's gonna drive me crazy / That'll drive me crazy
Music ... makes the people come together / Music ... brings people together ...

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