In addition to my regular visits to the city's sex shops, I was having an affair with a mature guy in his forties on a male dating site. After a few text messages, we decided to meet up outside to get to know each other. It was impossible for me to bring a guy home to my parents (you can imagine why) and he seemed to be going through a difficult time since he was temporarily staying with a friend of his. After giving me the address, I went to pick him up in front of the house where he was living while waiting to find a place to stay. Waiting in the car, I wondered if I wasn't doing something stupid. Even if he seemed charming during our virtual exchanges, his situation seemed chaotic. Fortunately, my parents were unaware of my risky sexual escapades. I would certainly have been lectured about never trusting strangers. That I was an unconscious and depraved person. I sent a text message to announce my arrival and waited patiently, hoping not to be disappointed when I saw him for the first time. Jean-Michel (name changed) came out of the house and headed towards my vehicle. Too late to turn back. He was a rather stocky man, light brown hair and a rather pleasant physique. I unlocked the doors to let him in. "_Hi, thanks for coming to get me. I don't have a car at the moment." No more house, no more car. He really seemed to have problems in life to be so destitute. A real illegal immigrant situation, I thought to myself at first. "_You're welcome, nice to meet you." I didn't really know whether to kiss him or shake his hand. In doubt, I refrained from any excitement. Just as intimidated as I was, he also seemed a little reserved. "_You're cute. He started. _Thanks, that's nice. _And you, how do you find me? Aren't you disappointed? _No, no, it's fine. Well, I mean, you're fine. Just like you described me. " Confused, I stopped getting bogged down in the twists and turns of my clumsiness. In fact, without being handsome, I found him attractive. " _Thanks for waiting in the car. I didn't want to make my friend uncomfortable. _No worries, does she know you like men? _Yes, she knows but I don't want to disturb her and there are her children. It's complicated. _I understand. Not easy when you don't have a place of your own. _Do you still live with your parents? _Yes,It's not always easy, but as long as I'm not financially independent, I don't have much choice._You really excited me with your messages, you know. I was impatient to meet you. " He leaned down slightly and attempted a bouquette. A wise, gentle kiss, full of restraint and tenderness. Seeing that I had not backed out, he repeated his attempt. This time, I returned his kiss in the most explicit way possible. My thick, hemmed lips sucking his tongue in a whirlwind of desire repressed for too long. "_Wow, you're a great kisser!" Jean-Michel seemed stunned by my infatuation. In my car still parked on the side of the road, we kissed without restraint like a young couple ignoring any onlookers who might have noticed us. "_Where would you like to go? _Maybe we could go to the airfield. It's pretty quiet at this time and it's not very far from here. » At the end of the day, the setting sun on the horizon spread a strange colored aura mixing persistent orange with twilight purplish. The airfield was deserted as were the adjacent parking lots. The planes were stored in the hangars, the pilots and visitors in their homes. I parked in a space on the edge of the woods that lined the runway. After quickly unbuckling our seat belt, I unbuckled the one on his pants. Jean-Michel let me do it, a little stunned by the rapid turn this country trip was taking. I took out his penis and gobbled it up with irrepressible avidity. While I was sucking him, feeling his swollen penis in my mouth with each gulp. He told me to stop, that a car was coming into the parking lot. What if it was the police? Apparently they often made rounds in the area. "_Stop, we're going to get spotted._ But no, don't worry. It's too dark now." I straightened up, lips oozing with lust, and saw our impromptu visitors pull up at the other end of the driveway. No doubt they were a couple looking for privacy, nothing to panic about. We surely weren't the only ones who came here to fuck in peace. "_We shouldn't do this in the car. There might be traffic. And the police often patrol the edge of the woods. I wouldn't want to end up at the station all night for exposing myself. _You seem very aware of the surrounding night traffic. Do you often come here with guys? _We should go into the woods. It would be quieter." It wasn't really the answer I was expecting, but I followed him through the foliage anyway, trying not to scratch myself on a branch or the nettles. He suddenly pinned me against the trunk of a tree and kissed me with wild passion. In such a situation, anything could happen. He could just as easily have beaten me up and robbed me. But he remained gentle and charming as he had been until now. I knelt down against the bark and resumed my blowjob. It was the first time I had done this in the wild and found it very exciting. "Stop or I'll come too quickly." I stood up, lowered my pants, turning to face the tree to present my rounded buttocks to him, like a mare ready for mating. He presented his morel of flesh against my anus, searched for the entrance in the darkness and pushed to enter me. Like animals, we mated in the middle of the forest. Jean-Michel fucked me while bawling like a wild beast. He humped me like a male would with his female. Without consideration, nor hope of procreation. Just to empty his balls. With one hand, he grabbed my tail while shoving my ass. "_But you're hard, you bastard!" As he cleared my insides, he began to milk me like a heifer. Clinging to the rough tree trunk, I endured the frenzied assaults of this stallion in heat. Under the treetops of the forest that adorned itself with its nocturnal veil, we had become primates subjected to our ancestral urges again. Enjoying together under the gibbous moon overlooking our bodies welded by the most elementary of rituals; the sexual urge in its raw state. After having inseminated and purged me, we returned to the parking lot. Not wanting to leave us right away, I suggested to Jean-Michel that we come for a drink in a private bar located in the city center. It was a place reserved for the gay community, but I had never set foot in it. Probably the fear of being recognized or being labeled as homosexual. Despite everything, I had always wanted to go in. And since opportunity makes the thief; why not tonight. The fact of being accompanied made all my reservations and preconceptions disappear. The place was rather cramped, lit by LEDs and neon lights diffusing a surreal blue light. The atmosphere was calm and relaxed. We were served a non-alcoholic cocktail while Jean-Michel poured out his heart about the causes of his dissolute life. Out of the corner of my eye, a guy sitting at the bar kept checking us out. ...

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