The rest after a long time without writing. In the mid-1980s when I was about to turn 23, I spent the summer in the south of France to work as a seasonal worker on a private beach. I was staying with a cousin of my mother, Uncle Paul, in his thirties, handsome and hot rabbit. I had already been working for a little over two weeks and already had fucked with the boss, his wife and their 17 year old son. On that side as on the tip side, I was fully satisfied and in addition I spent the summer in the sun. That evening, after work, I returned to Uncle Paul as usual, a little heated and frustrated because for once no sex with one or the other. There had been a few clients who had bumped into me during the day and I liked one or two, but the deal was that I didn't touch clients. So I arrived at Uncle's with the idea in mind to send myself into the air with him if he was in good shape and available because he often brought back girlfriends or friends. At worst, I still had the solution to jerk off to relieve myself in front of a sex movie and uncle had a nice collection. The apartment was quiet and I put my headphones in the hall. I was in a very short t-shirt and shorts. Upon entering the living room, the blind was lowered and it was quite dark. Uncle Paul was lying on the sofa, completely naked and his eyes closed. His beautiful cock rested along her thigh. The call was too loud and mine was starting to harden seriously. I slowly approached the sofa, knelt down and directed my face towards her slightly hairy lower abdomen. I started to caress her thigh and I put out my tongue to pass it over uncle's cock, all the way to the glans on which I began to insist. Hearing him start to moan, I suspected he liked it. I took the opportunity to feel with my free hand my own member which not only bandaged but began to wet. Uncle Paul's tail tasted a bit strong, as if it had already served well during the day and that excited me terribly. The case seemed to be going well when I heard someone behind me say:- Well, I'll be away for two minutes and you're already getting sucked off by a young boy, my bastard! I was so surprised that I let go of the uncle's cock to see who the person behind me was. There, wow, the guy I was seeing was a real fantasy of manhood all on his own. He must have been in his forties, not necessarily very handsome, a little grizzled with a beard of three or four days, not very tall but stocky and beefy, thick, muscular thighs, wide pecs well defined with pointed nipples like I did. 'had never seen one, a small belly, but barely marked. He was very hairy, his hands at the waist, and his only garment was a rather worn American Bike jockstrap. He was staring at me with his piercing eyes with a slight, slightly ironic smile. This kind of male, ultra virile and who exuded such sensuality, I had only seen them in magazines that I was sneaking around at the time like Jean-Paul or even more Men. There he was in front of me, flesh and blood and with one of these packages, a huge bump in the pocket of the jockstrap that I stared at, swallowing my saliva with difficulty. At that time, I don't think you could find any in France and my uncle explained to me later that Yves had a stay in the United States at the end of the 70s and that he had brought back a whole panoply of money. -clothes sexier than each other. Now some were well worn but that made them even more exciting to me at the thought of everything they had been through. At that time, I don't think you could find any in France and my uncle explained to me later that Yves had a stay in the United States at the end of the 70s and that he had brought back a whole panoply of money. -clothes sexier than each other. Now some were well worn but that made them even more exciting to me at the thought of everything they had been through. At that time, I don't think you could find any in France and my uncle explained to me later that Yves had a stay in the United States at the end of the 70s and that he had brought back a whole panoply of money. -clothes sexier than each other. Now some were well worn but that made them even more exciting to me at the thought of everything they had been through. I was in awe, but also excited and it was real, not on the paper that fueled my many daily handjobs. I also understood why uncle's cock tasted a bit special tonight. - So, Paul, aren't you giving us the introductions? - Yves, this is my nephew Eric, I didn't think he was going to come home so early or that it was so late. - Nice to meet you Eric, I see you're not very shy, at least with your uncle, and he approached me to shake my hand. But, I wouldn't want to interrupt you, you were in full swing, don't be shy about me, keep going! It took a few seconds for me to come to my senses, but the situation was scorching with this guy, a male in all his power and authority asking me to keep licking my uncle's cock. Impossible to refuse. Uncle Paul seemed amused by the situation and let it go. So I resumed my activity of licking and sucking on his member which now took good dimensions. Yves had approached him and after having kissed him full on the lips presented his package to him in front of his face. My uncle hastened to plunge his nostrils and his mouth in while grabbing the buttocks of Yves, which accentuated the hardening of his cock in my mouth. I pumped Uncle Paul the best I could and I felt his wet run on my tongue. - He seems to be doing well your nephew! I want the same treatment too. I was only waiting for this. I let go of uncle's hard cock as Yves moved closer to me and authoritatively pressed my face against the huge bulge of his jockstrap. Wow, that guy smell made me like an electric shock. The fabric was well worn and there were even a few holes, it was wet with the mixture of uncle's saliva, wet and probably a few drops of piss. I clearly wanted to please him, to submit to this manly power. I started to lick the fabric, to run my tongue everywhere to feel the shapes swell. His balls seemed gigantic to me compared to that of uncle or those of Michel, my boss or even Franck his son that I found however already very large. I wanted to take my time, to take advantage of this pleasure, of the virile scents that this package gave off. During this time Yves and uncle were rolling their shovels and uncle massaged the hairy globes of Yves' buttocks with also the greatest pleasure. I felt Yves' cock grow bigger and harder. I pulled her away from the now wet cloth to find a huge cock; I had never seen such a large cock. Uncle's was long enough but much thinner like mine. I wondered if I was going to be able to take it in the mouth because it was so big. Uncle must have suspected something because he fell to his knees and told me to watch how he was doing. I saw him open his mouth wide and put it in the oven slowly but still with difficulty and make a few movements. I felt Yves' cock grow bigger and harder. I pulled her away from the now wet cloth to fin ...

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