Almost 2 years ago, taking advantage of the beautiful summer evenings, I would sometimes go for a walk in a forest near my home, known to be a gay hangout. I sometimes put naughty underwear under my shorts and my t-shirt. I even once put a corset and stockings under a sweater and a sweater. I found it exciting and even took some pictures. I admit that I went there to hope to see men doing dirty things.Although I am straight, I have the fantasy of sucking a cock and sometimes I watch gay videos. But I'm more drawn to androgynous bodies and prefer trans videos. I think guys will always miss a pair of tits to please me. But back to the story.Despite several walks, I had not had the chance to observe a couple in action. I had once met a transvestite who was surely waiting to be approached. Another time a group of 4 guys coming down a hill, probably not coming from a hike. I insisted anyway, discovering all the paths, nooks and crannies, wild animals and places of fucking where handkerchiefs and other things were lying on the ground, indicating to me that "activities" were taking place here. I even went to a site specializing in meetings and which displays the "proposals" of those who come and go in this forest. I still had the impression that few people came and that there was almost no chance of stumbling upon what I was looking for. Yet one day it happened.That day I had chosen a new path to climb to this hill and at the bend of a grove, I came across 2 men, one standing and another facing him who was getting up quickly. They both looked at me saying nothing. The 3 of us knew what was going on a few seconds before my arrival. I was probably the most s ...

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