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Walker had been a bit nervous about the trip to his next European event, Brussels. He would have been fine if he had simply flown over the Channel to the capital of Belgium – but instead, they would drive there. In a train. Under the Channel.
Walker had never made a trip by train, apart from Subways. That would have been ok, but driving for how long ever underwater made him feel uncomfortable.
It turned out to be fine – even boring. He barely registered when they entered the tunnel, the train was very comfortable and he simply watched a movie until they finally arrived in Belgium.
Their hotel complex was huge, with several venues for screenings, panels and meet-and-greets. It wasn’t an exclusive Disney event; there was a small independent film festival taking place as well.
He came down to meet his PR guide Erica, who was responsible for preventing him from the worst disasters, who was always present during his interviews, interrupting him when he wanted to say something stupid, like spoilers or cuss words. Her hair had become significantly greyer since she had taken on this task.
Waiting for her, he picked up the programme of the film festival. Most of the titles were in a language he didn’t know, but one title was in English – Young Hearts. He was not sure, but he might have seen edits on TikTok from that film. He looked up finding a man in his thirties staring at him. Walker was used to strangers staring at him, not sure whether it was him or not, and he gave him a professional smile. He liked contact with fans, and there was nothing creepy about the slim man with his slightly messy brown hair.
He smiled back and came closer, offering his hand.
“Walker Scobell, right?”, he asked when they shook. “I’m Anthony, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Hello Anthony,” Walker replied, “nice to meet you, too.”
“This is my film,” the man nodded towards the programme, and when Walker had a closer look, he found the name right under the title of the title.
“You are the director? What is this film about?”
By then, Erica had joined them, though no cameras were around.
“It’s about two boys falling in love,” he explained. He pointed to the picture of two young boys looking at each other. “Would you be interested in attending the screening? This is a small film, you know, it would be an honour to have someone like you there.”
He turned to Erica, who didn’t look exactly happy. She asked the director:
“Is it… explicit?”
Anthony looked shocked.
“No, not at all!”, he exclaimed. “The actors were only 14 when we filmed this. No, I wanted to film an innocent love story, nothing more.”
“It fits into our schedule, right?” Walker asked his advisor, who didn’t look exactly happy.
She checked the programme and their schedule, and agreed.
“Walker, you know that Disney has an inclusive policy when it comes to queer representation,” she started to explain, and Walker understood the undertone of ‘but you should stay away from it’ pretty well. “Still, you should be aware that you being present at this screening could have an impact both on you and on this film.”
“Yes, I understand this,” he answered, and turning towards the director, “I’ll be there. Will I be able to meet the actors as well?”
The film was sweet, Walker enjoyed it very much. They boys were cute together, though a bit young for his taste. The acting was much more subdued than what he knew from back home, but it came across realistically. Though he was not used to films with subtitles, he could follow the story without difficulties, partly because he understood the language they spoke to some extent, and the pictures spoke for themselves most of the time.
After the film he briefly spoke to the director, who was also the author of the film. Anthony spotted two teenagers across the room and called them over.
“Walker, these are my lead actors, meet Lou and Marius.”
Two years make a lot of difference with teenage boys – and it all had gone into the right direction.
Both boys were about as tall as he was, and it was easy to recognize them even after two years of puberty by their eyes – the blue, a bit sad looking of Lou, and the cheeky brown eyes of the more flamboyant boy in the film, played by Marius.
They both looked fit in their wide hoodies and baggy jeans, and Walker liked their subdued smiles and their warm, dark voices when they shook hands.
A photographer came over, and he agreed to a photo, him in the middle with his arms around the shoulders of the two actors.
They had a foreign accent, but otherwise their English was great, although they had to help out each other with some words they didn’t know. Walker liked the open, friendly way of the others, and he more often than not saw them very close together, touching each other’s hands or bodies briefly. The three boys were wrapped up in a conservation about filmmaking and acting, and when they had to clear the venue, he asked them to come to his room to hang out and talk a bit more.
The Belgians agreed after checking with their parents, and they ended up ordering pizza, eating and talking through the afternoon.
“So tell me,” Walker asked after putting away the empty cartons, “have you two been together since you were filming, or has that happened recently?”
This earned him surprised faces – while his guests briefly brushed each other’s fingers.
“We are not…” started Marius, and Lou continued: “… together.”
“Why do you think so?”, the lighter haired Lou asked.
“I simply assumed,” Walker replied, blushing slightly. “You seem so familiar with each other, and you always, like, touch.”
“Anxiety,” Marius answered, and Lou hummed the TikTok-tune, which made them both laugh.
“I often get flashes of anxiety when I’m with too many people,” Lou explained.
“And I get him grounded by little touches. As soon as I feel him getting upset, I help him.”
“So you are close,” Walker replied. “I just assumed… sorry about that.”
“That’s ok,” Marius replied, “we get that a lot.”
“Yeah, playing a couple makes people think that, it’s fine.”
“So… you never like, kissed outside filming?”
“No,” Lou laughed, “just when we… repeteren?”
“Rehearsing,” the boy with the friendly brown eyes helped his friend out.
“And you never… wanted to in private?”
“No,” Marius answered, “maybe” Lou said at the same time.
They looked at each other. “I thought you wanted…” “I thought you would be uncomfortable…” “But you had a girlfriend…”
They had stood up during this exchange, and Walker watched them talking like two tennis players hitting the ball. The Belgians had put some distance between themselves when they had started talking, and they had slipped into their own language when they slowed down, closing the distance centimetre for centimetre, and were only an inch apart when they only whispered single words. Then Marius placed a soft, tender kiss to Lou’s lips.
Lou looked at him, just looked, didn’t react for long moments, his blue eyes fixed to his friend’s. Then his arms wrapped around him, and he kissed him back, and this was a real kiss, open-mouthed, tongues battling, and hands found their way under hoodies and t-shirts, skin was exposed by searching hands, bodies pressed against each other. When they started to moan into each other’s mouth, Walker cleared his throat. They froze mid-kiss, then stepped apart, both blushing and looking at the blonde American – holding hands.
“Sorry for that,” Lou stuttered, “we didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m not,” the Blonde replied, hiding his excitement behind one of his legs, “on the contrary. I just didn’t understand what you talked about, I don’t speak Belgian.”
The others snorted, laughing. “That’s not a thing, Belgian. We speak Flaams…” Marius looked over to Lou, who translated: “Flemish. Basically, it’s Dutch.”
“So, German?” Walker asked.
The other boys laughed even harder. “No, that’s Deutsch, German, like in Deutschland. We speak the language they speak in the Netherlands.”
“Well, there are Belgians speaking German as well, or French,” Marius added.
They laughed even harder when they saw Walker’s confused face. “Believe me, Belgians don’t understand all this themselves,” Lou added.
“So, what we just cleared up, thanks to you,” the dark-haired teenager continued when they had caught their breaths, “ is that I thought Lou was straight,”
“And Marius didn’t want to make me feel uncomfortable around him by telling me that he was interested, while I’ve always been bi-curious, especially after meeting him, but didn’t want to assume…”
“That I would be into him just because I liked boys in general.”
“And all the time we both wanted to make out, but didn’t tell each other!”
They kissed again, keeping their hands above clothes this time.
“I guess we’ll figure out a time and place to… try things,” they giggled looking at each other.
“Or you just continue here,” Walker smirked, “you two kissing really turned me on.”
“You are really into boys?” Marius asked.
“I thought this whole stuff with Aryan and Mason is just some PR banter,” the other actor added.
“There’s nothing going on with Aryan, we’re just good friends,” Walker blurted out.
“But with Mason? You made out with Mason Thames???”
“I… I actually slept with him.”
“Wow,” Marius said, “he was my first boy crush. How… Is he a good kisser?”
Lou punched him playfully into the shoulder, but Walker replied:
“He’s a great fucker, too.”
That made the young Belgians blush, and they looked at each other.
They exchanged some remarks in their own language, then faced Walker again.
“Lou thinks that being watched is hot, and I don’t really mind.”
Their next kiss had much more heat, and soon their hoodies and t-shirts came off. They were both built similarly, Marius’ slender body a bit more defined, Lou’s chest a bit broader and more rounded. They laughed when they touched each other between kisses, then Walker looked into the brown eyes of one of them.
“Can we see something, too? It’s not like we wouldn’t like to have a glimpse of you as well,” Marius told him. Walker, not shy to show himself to others, not only removed his t-shirt, but his jeans as well, revealing the boner in his boxers, without making an effort to hide it.
The other boys saw him, and pulled down their own baggy jeans in response.
Both were hard as well, and they moaned when their dicks touched through their tight underwear when they hugged and kissed. The next glimpse of Walker showed him naked, stroking his erection slowly. They slid out of their boxer briefs as well and took in each other’s nude form for the first time. Simultaneously, they grabbed each other’s cock and started moving their hands up and down.
“Come here,” Walker called them over, and after looking at each other, they climbed into the bed and joined him left and right.
Marius’ cock was a bit longer and thinner, Lou’s thick and about Walker’s own length, throbbing red and wet on his flat, pale stomach. They were both uncut, and he pulled their foreskins back to reveal dark red bell-ends, glistening with precum. He started masturbating them both, watching as they kissed, their hands finding his smooth chest. Lou gasped into the kiss when he licked his cock, then he took Marius’ glans in his mouth and started to suck both boys off.
“I’m close,” Lou warned him, and Marius said the same, and Walker told them:
“On my face,” closing his eyes and opening his mouth as wide as possible.
Their loads covered his face, much cum landing in his mouth, and he swallowed what he could, collecting some of the goo on his face with his fingers, eating it as well.
One of the boys had fetched a towel and cleaned his face, then Marius wrapped his hand around Walker’s cock and jerked him off until he ejaculated all over his chest, moaning loudly.
Then they kissed him, laughing and smiling, their smooth, naked bodies touching his lying side by side.
“Do you want to fuck me?”, he asked them after a while.
The boys looked at each other, then Marius answered: “Yeah, if that’s ok with Lou?”
With big blue eyes, the addressed nodded, and Walker stood up to find the lube.
When he started to stretch his hole, he saw Lou watching him curiously, and explained how he inserted his fingers, scissoring them to relax his sphincter so that it would not resist too much. Marius was watching as well, his hands around Lou’s waist, but he was more interested in touching and kissing his friend than into Walker’s preparation.
Needless to mention that all three boys were hard again when Walker was ready. After a short exchange about the lack of condoms (Walker had forgotten them, totally on accident…), the American positioned himself with his legs spread wide, his widened hole invitingly red and glistening between his pale, hairless thighs. After kissing Lou again, Marius placed his lubricated cock at the Blonde’s entrance and pushed in.
After he had managed to push the thicker bell-end past the circle of muscles, the dark-haired teenager pushed in easily. Being well-stretched, it only burnt a bit, and Walker felt the now familiar stretch when he was slowly being filled by the hard erection of the young Belgian. He touched him, the straining abs, the smooth chest, teased the erect nipples and when he felt the pubic hair of the other boy, he pulled him down for a kiss and told him to move.
Marius fucked him slowly, Walker’s erection being stimulated between their bodies when he moved. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Lou touching his own hole with his fingers, but then he had to close his eye when Marius’ length brushed against his prostate for the first time.
Marius repeated what he had done, fucking Walker hard and kissing him, while they heard the wet sounds of Lou jerking off in the background.
Walker clenched around Marius when he came, making him shoot his load deep into Walker’s ass, and soon after they heard Lou orgasming as well.
They only took a short break after that, starting to make out again. Lou started by touching Marius’ dick, waking it up to a half-hard state, and taking it into his mouth, making him moan and grab his light-brown hair. Meanwhile, Walker inspected Lou’s ass and found his hole being wet with lubricant. Smiling, he set his tongue to work and inserted it into the halfway prepared hole, making Lou gasp around Marius’ cock.
When they were all ready for the third round, Walker suggested a threesome position, and the boys agreed happily. The Blonde was on his back again, this time awaiting Lou’s thick member penetrating his hole. Behind Lou, Marius kneeled, his body pressed to his back, kissing him, his hand wrapped around the hard cock and guiding it towards Walker’s hungry hole.
Walker gasped when the wider girth pushed in, a bit painful, but being stretched was as thrilling as always.
When the blue-eyed boy had embedded himself into his body, they locked eyes, and their smiling lips found each other in a sweet kiss.
In this position, Marius breached into Lou’s virgin hole.
Walker encouraged him when he saw the discomfort on his face. They had talked about it beforehand, and Lou didn’t complain, partly because Walker kissed and caressed him all the time, partly because Marius went slow and with all the tenderness that his soft, brown eyes had promised all the time.
Finally, two cocks were buried deep into two bodies, and they started to move, every thrust of Marius directly translated into Lou’s hard cock driven in and out of Walker’s pale flesh.
Lou was past any discomfort soon, his own dick enveloped by the Blonde’s tight hole, his own hole filled and stretched and fucked by his friend. The boy in the middle came first, moaning loudly, and Marius fucked him hard, aiming for his own release, pulling him upright for a kiss and thrusting upwards until he, too, came with a loud groan.
Walker Scobell only needed to jerk his own erection twice before he shot his cum all over himself, feeling Lou Goosen’s seed mixing with Marius de Saeger’s inside his body, while those two were happily kissing after their first sex with each other.