I have always been attracted to smells. I don't know how to explain it, but I have always had a sensitive sense of smell, for everything. But this sensitivity led me down a path that I never thought I would take. The summer I turned 18, I attended a flea market with my parents. Due to a move, we wanted to get rid of a lot of stuff, and we decided to participate in the biggest garage sale in the region. If the morning had been punctuated by numerous sales, the afternoon and its scorching heat had discouraged many visitors. My mother having gone to get something to drink, I found myself alone on the stand, when a man aged around sixty came in front of my stand to look at the items on sale. The latter had a bald head, pot-bellied, and bearded. When he approached, a smell electrified my nostrils. This man smelled like a male, a mature male, one who breathes sex. But not just sex, the vicious, pissy sex, the kind that doesn't wipe itself when it finishes urinating and likes to be smelled. He stood in front of my stand for about ten seconds before looking me in the eyes, smiling, and heading towards another stand. Without a word, nothing. This man gave me the shivers, a farandole of ideas, each more perverse than the last, crossed my mind. Me, the young heterosexual, who had done nothing other than fuck with a few friends from his high school. I didn't know what to think about it, and I was completely upset. Once the day was over, I ran to the shower to masturbate, thinking again about this man, and his smell. My desire calmed and my ideas clear, I wanted to be clear about it. So I decided to look for a mature partner capable of putting me in the same excitement. I will spare you the long quest of the young person in search of sexual identity, the unsuccessful attempts, the fear of going to see a man at his home etc... The truth is that I couldn't get THIS man out of my mind. my head, he obsessed me, I masturbated almost daily thinking about him, even though it turns out that this good old man was the straightest guy in the world! But I couldn't wrap my head around it. And fate was going to prove me right, only I had no idea to what extent.1 month later, summer is coming to an end, I am preparing to leave the family cocoon to go to a big city to continue my studies. The man obsesses me less. Of course I still think about him, but it's less frequent, I'm less actively looking for a partner, in short, I've moved on. It’s a completely fortuitous event that will restart everything. A friend suggested that I go to a charity match organized by the two biggest football teams in the region. He persuades me by explaining that there will be an aperitif after the match and that we can drink freely, basically a good afternoon. I decide to follow him and clearly, I regret my choice for a good part of the afternoon. The match is boring, and I'm just waiting for the aperitif to have a little fun. There are a lot of people, my friend and I are having a few pints when I smell a smell. The same smell. I turn around discreetly, and he is there. It's this man, a few meters from me. The latter doesn't seem to have noticed me so I decide to remain discreet and I notice that he is wearing a pin from one of the two clubs that played earlier. I innocently ask my friend for information on a few random people before turning my interest to the famous one. He tells me that the latter is called Gérard, who is in his sixties, and that he is a little strange but still likeable. The problem is that I can't go and talk to him point blank. I don't know him and that might seem strange. However, I see that Gérard (let's call him by his first name now) is drinking beer, so I tell myself that at some point he will have to go and relieve himself. That’s when I’ll slip away to the bathroom and come what may. This is not missed, because 10 minutes later, I see him leave the conversation to head towards the toilet. My heart is pounding in my chest. I doubt, I ask myself a billion questions, but I gather my courage and head towards the toilets. These are urinals positioned in an algeco. Very boorish then. But there are only two, as well as a disabled toilet. Gérard occupies one of the two urinals, so I position myself in front of the other. I then smell the same smell as last time, but this time it is powerful, almost violent, but I am hypnotized because of what this man gives off. While I take out my penis, I see that Gérard is looking at me, the same look as last time. He smiles at me too, the same smile as last time. And without waiting, he starts the conversation: “You and I have already met, haven’t we?  - Yes, I had a stand at the flea market. - Hmm. Do you play football too? - No, I was never good enough to play on a team so I stopped quickly.- Too bad, you have a good build. You are fine, you could easily play winger. » Saying this sentence his eyes rested on my body and ogled me completely, without forgetting my ass. I also lost my gaze on him to notice that the latter had finished peeing but that he was still holding his cock. She seemed semi-soft, her glans was purplish and her tail seemed very hairy. A male's tail. The latter drained his penis while insisting on the tip of his glans and packed up his package. He came towards me and held out his hand, which I immediately shook. “You could come to my house you know, just to test your physical condition. I live behind the stadium and I actively participate in club life. If you fit the bill, I can find you a place on team one. » He finished his sentence by leaving me his phone number, and left the room. Everything was racing in my head when something hit me. He hadn't washed his hands before shaking my hand. I brought my hand to my nose and a strong smell of cock passed through me, it excited me like crazy. I got into the disabled toilet to lick my hand and masturbate frantically until I came after 30 seconds. Clearly, I wanted to see what this man had to offer me. It awakened in me still unknown instincts, an animal desire for sex and other perversities, I wanted to discover it. The next day, I decide to send him a message to arrange an appointment, and he decides to invite me to his house early because he gets up early to maintain the stadium. I then get ready and take off. It was the longest journey of my life, I often almost turned back. Fear of not loving, fear of being made to do things under duress, in short, a bunch of thoughts. But I still decide to throw myself into the den of the wolf and I end up arriving at his house. Gérard welcomes me, he is dressed in a simple tank top as well as Lycra boxers which seem to be stained but I don't pay attention to it. He explains to me that he has just finished mowing the lawn and apologizes for his state. When he kisses me, I feel like the smell is even stronger. It smells like a man after exercise, but also retains this almost sexual smell. This clever mixture has an explosive effect on my penis and I feel it erect in my boxers.I sit on his couch and he serves me a coke. He also takes his computer to show me some video clips from the last matches of the season. And for 3/4 hours, nothing. Other than explaining some obscure tactical concepts to me and asking me a few simple questions, it only goes so far. I shyly try to catch his eye, but I find nothing. Despite his still intoxicating smell, my excitement begins to wane, and I begin to think that I made a mistake from A to Z. After a while, he gets up to go get some more and tells me to continue looking. the videos while he fills our glasses. So I do so and while searching for the next video I come across a folder simply named “X”. My heart pounds in my chest, and I decide to click. Several videos are present in the folder, but they are not named, without thumbnails, it is impossible to know what they contain. At that moment I ...

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