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I put the camera back into a wide shot and we all make out in a happy mess: one takes off the other's socks. The same goes for shirts, t-shirts, polo shirts, pants, briefs, boxers, etc. We do not know who owns the hands that are activated and they are not only activated on clothing or underwear. The caresses are going well and apart from Jules' cock which dangles with dignity, the other three are at attention. Fred presents his rod to me to taste, sitting on the side of the sofa, facing the other see the rest

Jules and I have a lot of fun on dating sites. This time, we hooked up with a couple of old gay men who want to make a video while they're still “in shape”. They offer us a thousand balls if the result satisfies them. We arrive at their house with what we need to take great shots (camera, lighting, sound recording, etc.). Their names are Fred (long wavy hair, quite light) and Mathieu (bald, shaved head, very dark and very expressive eyes, the impressive build of a good sportsman). They welcome see the rest

Quelques jours passèrent après cette superbe baise avec Gérard, et j’avais commencé à comprendre ce qui me plaisait réellement. Au-delà de son odeur (évidemment !!), c’était aussi son âge. Le fait que ce mec de 60 ans passé, grand, poilu, costaud, souille une petite crevette de 18 ans à peine et remplisse sa rondelle de son foutre, bordel c’était génial. C’était cela qui me plaisait par-dessus tout, le fait d’être la salope d’un daddy, de lui vider les couilles ainsi que see the rest

We are a “special” couple and we take responsibility. So we wrote a moral contract between the two of us. We got married on June 12, 2004. It was one of the happiest days of my life. We are surrounded by our family and friends, there are around fifty of us. But, some of our friends arrive from Var and Toulouse, so we receive them late Friday afternoon. Denis and Nathalie, then Xavier and Chantal, join us in our second home in Coudeville sur mer. Denis is a cardiologist, his wife Nathalie, his see the rest

At that time I was in transvestite. I like being submissive, I don't hide it. I even registered on a BDSM site as such, but to date without success. Also when a man contacts me and explains to me that he saw my profile and that he would accept that I be his cock whore. There's no doubt about it, I'm dealing with a dominant. The tone is set and after a few clarifications, I eagerly accept a first appointment. This meeting takes place in my camper van in a discreet location in the Bordeaux region. see the rest

At that time I was in transvestite. For quite a while I have been restricted to abstinence. Indeed, between a small health problem and the surveillance of a house I was not able to go out and as I had to refuse several meetings; the gentlemen concerned did not contact me again. So when finally available I receive a message, I open it immediately and I am surprised to discover that a young person from Bordeaux, who has seen my profile, asks me if I can initiate it. He is a young man of 18 who has see the rest

Several times I had passed in front of the dark and mysterious front of the establishment. I had often thought about ringing the doorbell but changed my mind at the last moment, out of shyness. I had observed the procession of visitors presenting themselves in front of the entrance, the opening of the skylight on their faces, then the imposing size of the bouncer allowing them to enter. This Thursday I came again after seeing the announcement of a transvestite afternoon, as there must have been about see the rest

He just told me to knock three times on the wooden door, that he would be behind it and that I had to take a right as soon as he opened. He was well behind the door, I just had time to see that it opened onto a garden, a lawn, in the distance a terrace, a veranda, something very clean, tidy, mom's corner. He added in the message, don't mess around, don't go straight, I don't want my wife to see you. So I took a right and found myself in a workshop, not too bright, not too clean, but not dirty either, see the rest

I had my first experience with a man and a woman the year I turned 16. I was an apprentice in Grosbois in the Paris region and I went out every Saturday evening to the "hacienda" with my colleagues, a nightclub in Sucy en Brie where some members of Rocambol also met during an administrative closure for those who remember. While one evening I was there with some stable friends, on the way to the bar a fifty-something came up to me to buy me a drink, and his look already said a lot about his intentions see the rest

A simple word to thank you for the reception given to my first story, I dare to hope that you will like the following ones just as much. A few months passed since my first homosexual emotion with Gérard, and I must admit that with my time-consuming higher education studies, I hardly had time to set the table again, or even to go to my parents' house for a weekend and then go to see. The desire was always present. But more than that, it was the natural side of our first contact that fascinated me, see the rest