The weather on this October morning, at ten thirty, is a little chilly. Is that why the man I am trying to follow is picking up his pace? Through the branches that are starting to thin out, I can make out a silhouette that is still young, what? Fifty? From time to time, he turns his head slightly to the side. To myself I think: "Yes, yes, don't be afraid, I'm following you, but don't walk so fast!" I don't know if he has guessed my thought but he seems to be slowing down. I examine his silhouette, lingering on the small of his back. His putty-colored Bermuda shorts hug a rounded ass that rolls when he walks and that should be welcoming... The fitted down jacket he is wearing hugs a torso that must be nice to rest your head on after sex... I haven't really been able to see his face yet, much less the color of his eyes. But... what is he doing? He goes round and round in the paths of the undergrowth, among the thickets of holly… After all, it’s probably a manoeuvre to try to dissuade me from following him? So I stop, ready to retrace my steps. I look for him again, he’s stopped, barely hidden and, is that on the lenses of his glasses a reflection of the sun that’s starting to pierce the veil of clouds? I think he winks at me accompanied by a movement of his head towards his right shoulder. Then, he disappears. I set off on the path in his direction. I find him thirty metres further on, in what looks like an arbour shaped by the branches. We’ll be out of sight there. We exchange a brief hello, we probably have the same thoughts in mind. A smile on both sides, we understand each other. He grabs me by the body and gently places his lips on mine. His delicate and light eau de toilette lets me guess a man of taste, refined. I haven't had time to look at him in detail yet, I saw before he kissed me a frank, smiling, welcoming face. I feel his tongue pass over my lips and I respond to his kiss by opening them. Then his tongue becomes inquisitive, it comes to rub against mine, sucks the tip which plays hide-and-seek, it seems to want to suck it. At the same time, his pelvis comes right up against mine, squeezes it as if he wanted to appropriate it and I feel his desire, a violent desire that stirs up and swells mine… Without leaving our lips, our mouths and our tongues which dance an infernal and sensual dance, our hands meet under our belt, discovering, through the fabric, two sexes which ardently wish to make a much more intimate acquaintance… My companion detaches himself a little from me, leaving my mouth hungry, and undoes the buckle of my belt. I don't have time to help him that he already has his hand in my underwear and extracts its occupant. For a few seconds, he looks at it, slowly uncovers it (my foreskin is a little tight but that only increases the pleasure!) and he looks at me, still holding my sex in his hand (he is afraid that I will escape him!). - You excite me, you know. I like you. » Without letting go of my cock which is starting to get wet, he takes my mouth again, hindering any dialogue. In doing so, I feel that he unbuckles his belt. Curious as I am, I help him and quickly my free hand (the other having remained behind his neck to better press our mouths against each other), my free hand comes to caress through the opening of the fly a hot and hard sex, with beautiful proportions and which quickly finds its place in the palm of my hand. I feel that he is also overflowing with desire. I lean towards his big cock and tease the barely uncovered glans with the tip of my tongue. I take the opportunity to continue the foreskin with my tight lips and above me I hear a pleasant moan which makes me continue my investigation with avidity. As I lick this turgid glans, all wet with desire, as I pass my tongue delicately, with tenderness, on the tense frenulum, on the crown, this roll of flesh so sensitive, the moans become closer, barely restrained. My partner presses my head with his hand so that his sex penetrates my mouth well. I have not yet experienced "deep throats" but I feel that tonight I will go to bed a little less c... , sorry! A little less stupid... After several intense back and forth movements, licking his glans and jerking off simultaneously, I stand up. The man facing me is no taller than me, he is less "enveloped" and above all he is handsome. He lets go of me and looking behind me, he makes a gesture with his hand as if to chase away a mosquito and I hear him: - Two of us are enough, thank you. " I turn around. The old toothless man is there watching us. A situation that my companion in pleasure and I do not appreciate at all. The other does not ask for his rest and leaves the place. It is the turn of the handsome stranger to kneel down in the dead leaves and take my swollen and excited cock in his mouth. At the same time, he lowers my jeans, caresses my buttocks and arrives, with his middle finger, at the edge of my anus. Seeing that it seems to please me, he wets his finger and begins to insert it. Me, you don't have to tell me more to feel that I please and my desire only increases. I let him suck me to savor all the sweetness, sometimes forgotten, of a masterful blowjob. And it doesn't take long for me, taking him by the head, to ask him to stop. Still on his knees, he looks at me and asks me: - Don't ...

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