It's a 100% lived story! ... I was in my thirties. I made business trips throughout France.I regularly took the A6 motorway between Paris and Lyon. I often stopped on the rest area which is halfway through, to relax. But also to urinate.I had noticed the graffiti on the tiles and the doors, and also the hole in one of the doors. But I didn't see a lot of "movement"?Maybe because I spent there in the middle of the day?Then, one evening, I was surprised to see two guys "pump" in front of a urinal at the back.I start to urinate while looking at them. It exhilarated me, to the point that II was still a little "shy". I wanted to isolate myself in the toilets. But the doors were closed !. On the off chance that I put my penis in the hole in the door (excitement reducing shyness). I said to myself, if it is, the door is blocked for vandalism ?.Then, I felt on my penis, a wet caress. HUMmm, that was good.At this point, another man came in. He went to urinate. But my shyness having completely disappeared, I remained stuck as close as possible to the door !.Since my pants were on my feet. I felt a hand caressing my buttocks. It was the last to come in and gently curl up on me.At the same time, my cock was at its peak of excitement. The pipe was delicate and regular. (I then understood the expression "to cut a feather").It was my first gay experience. But it was a mixture of shame and exaltation ... The man who caressed me went between my thighs, and delicately, grabbed my purses to knead them meticulously. He wanted to put his cock in ...

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